captainryan | (no subject)

Ryan’s been thinking a lot. Lying in a hospital bed with 40% of your body covered in second degree burns doesn’t leave you able to do much else.

The first is a cause for some relief. He no longer considers Wells a superior, not after that last conversation. Sure, he’s been meditating on it, but it wasn’t till they spoke again that it finally seemed to click. He doesn’t consider Wells much of anything, now, other than someone to be wary of. You don’t follow traitors. That’s something that’s engrained in him very deeply. And apparently, every part of him agreed.

The second is what he’s truly focusing on. He’s in a lot of pain right now, and there’s no way to return the favour. Favours. He owes more than one.

Not yet, anyway.

He’s laying plans, though, and he can wait. He’s nothing if not patient. And he might be waiting a long time. First, Bond needs to bring him the P226. Then Ryan needs to get used to the sound and smell and using it with the suppressor. He’s out of practice anyway. And then…well, after that it’s simple, really.

There’s a small satisfied smile on his face. He just has to bide his time.