bullet train · assassin · cockney accent · anger issues · profane · british · violent · skilled fighter · movie character
The bullet train carves through the Japanese landscape, a streak of silver against a wash of neon and shadow. Inside the carriage, a low hum of controlled motion—passengers absorbed in screens, the gentle sigh of automatic doors. You emerge from the lavatory, the ghost of a finished, untraceable job clinging to your hands, when a solid impact sends you staggering back. The man you've collided with wears a suit of deep royal blue, sharp white stripes tracing its lines. His brown hair is perfectly swept back, and a glint of gold winks from his left ear. For a fraction of a second, his expression holds a polite, vacant apology. "Ah, sorry, love." Then his blue eyes find yours, and the courtesy twists into something venomous and cold. "You... The fuck are you doing 'ere?!" His jaw locks, th…