[IC] (iSuspect) Mr and Mr Smith:The Sequel (Tenebrae16)

[tenebrae16]

A job done completely right always tended to end on a sour note. And if it ended any other way than fleeing the scene of the crime after the fifteenth time checking for any traces of his handiwork he might have left behind, dodging a couple of thorough guards, hiding in a small cramped space for an unconceivable amount of time and checking out of his hotel room,all not necessarily in that order, then Chared might have been worried As it was, nothing had gone terribly wrong and the little time he had to relax in Nicaragua was nice and the hispanic locals were friendly, but not overbearing, prefering to not ask questions where they knew they were not welcomed. He spoke the language decently anyway. Yes, it was very nice though he much less enjoyed having to lug around his luggage while dressed in the most grockle of shorts and the most nauseatingly bright of damned shirts. Well, blending in with the other greenhorned agog tourists was better than sticking out like a sore thumb among the more practically dressed locals. After all, he had endured worse to evade combat trained experienced body guards, the national police force wasn't about to be his undoing.

It was his own fault though, having lingered a little too long to gloat. Then having to climb through a freaking jammed window when the maid of all people to have access to a suite decided to come and 'clean up'. He swore her screams were still ringjng in his ears accompanied by the sounds of sirens and lots of shouting. In his haste, he checked out a little too early quickly. As if he hadn't had enough suspicion on him already. The whole force was now practically combing the entire island looking for the man who had booked and stayed in the single suite at the Tola hotel. Not very much information, but even having that information in the hands of the national guard unsettled him. It was all, incredibly sloppy of him.

Running a hand through his auburn hair, he had ditched the itchy wig, he sighed softly to himself. He was getting sloppy. Maybe he just needed to relax a little more and get back his groove. Unfortunately, it looked like vacationing in Nicaragua was out of the question as he moved along with the unsuspecting crowd. Clueless at least until the loud spanish shouts broke through the excitable bustle of the crowd, followed by english spoken warnings that quieted and parted them aside for the navy blue dressed police who very slowly made their way through. Stopping to check pockets of obvious tourists, requesting to see their hotel keys and bookings, dismissing the large families and honeymooning couples.

He wasn't about to wait around like a sitting duck, turning away and edging through the crowd away from all the commotion. Keeping his pace relaxed and his shoulders slumped and slack, pretending to be overly interested in one of the older buildings scattered around. Even when he was sure he could hesr a shout in his general direction, calling for him to stop in both spanish and english, he kept walking. Using the crowd and tricky corners to his advantage, though keeping the same relaxed step. Admitting anything would be suicide at this point. Even as they closed in on him, he kept his pace steady.

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"Any last words."

Before his victim could get anything out, he fired a shot and the bullet went through his head. He was breathing heavy after an intense battle with his target. After finishing the kill, Jacobi took out a small notebook and crossed his name off of the list. He spat down towards the body, missing purposely as he ran out of the room and into the next. In the room, he wiped away all of the sweat, changed his clothing and controlled his breathing until it was slow and not heavy. His blue eyes flashed up as he heard running footsteps come his way. Jacobi quickly changed into a plain white t-shirt and blue shorts, along with all white vans. He walked out of the room like nothing had just happened or like it didn't just kill someone as the security guard ran past him and into the room.

"Sir, excuse me, Sir." One of them called out towards him as he stopped in his tracks, closing his eyes and sighing before turning around, lifting a brow. "Hm?" Escaped through his lips as the security guard basically questioned him about the guy in the room. "Oh, I don't know anything about that. I came from down the stairs." His index finger pointed to the staircase as the officer eyed him, scoffing and turning hell, going back into the room. Jacobi kind of quicken his pace as he ran down the stairs, eventually making it outside. There, he saw a group of guys staring at him then noticed who they were affiliated with.

Jacobi gave them a sarcastic wave before sprinting off in the opposite direction. They were right on his tail. He didn't think that the word would get out so soon about the death of their partner. He eventually disappeared in an alleyway, hiding in the trash can as he heard their footsteps approaching but they were still running. "He went this way!" One of them called out as they ran in the opposite direction. He slowed his breathing down again then suddenly got out of the trash can as he seen a male walking by. Jacobi raised a brow while giving the male a little leg sweep to knock him off of his feet.

He then pulled the male into a corner and changed his clothing then walked out of the alley, seeing a crowd of people. Jacobi walked up and stood with them, grabbing someone's hand, which he didn't know was a male's. "Act natural." He said as the crowd started to move and he kept his pace steady along with the other male's. Jacobi saw and opening up ahead. "Follow me." He whispered while peeling into a nearby hotel, looking back frequently to see if had once again lost the people he was running from. 'Success.' He thought while letting go of the male's hand. "Thanks for playing along." He spoke with a soft smile while eying the hotel that currently sheltered them. "This place is nice." He said while walking away from the male. Jacobi walked up to the receptionist desk and requested a room.

[tenebrae16]

He glanced backwards, then felt his hand being grasped from afront. His first reaction was to pull away and finish whoever was bold enough with a knee jab, but the noise of the crowd reminded him to control his instincts. Plus, he was intrigued by the man's voice though he was hidden away by the sardine packed crowd. The officers pushed past them and he tightened his grip on the man and glanced nonchalantly at the officers, picking up his pace and following closer behind the man. Avoiding a snigger as the lead officer growled and led his men away. There really was no reason to continue on this facade, but he followed the man all the same. Better safe than sorry after all and he would only be safe when he was behind closed doors.

And a hotel wasn't exactly the most closeted of places but it would have to do. And he could get a better look at the man that had pulled him, able to study him for the first time. He wasn't..bad looking and from how he dressed, definitely not a prostitute then. Perhaps just another man trying to escape being arrested, the police were going crazy looking for the single male tourists after all, arresting anyone on sight. Understandable that anyone wanted to avoid the hassle. He turned, about to find a way out back and hop on the nearest plane out of here.

[i]"Yes, we'll keep an eye out for any single guests. Yes, officer..."[i] A voice caught his attention and he glanced at the hotel manager on the phone, standing not a few feet away. The chubby man looked back at him, phone still cradled in the folds of his double chin. He didn't break the he contact until he did and then satisfied, strode towards the man from earlier. Placing a hand on his shoulder, he leaned on the desk, "Did you get our room already?" He asked, glancing at the receptionist who fidgeted, uncomfortable under his gaze and had to just confirm, "Ah, one room sir?"

Chared leaned over, his gaze intensifying as he looked the man in the eye and growled, "Was he wrong the first time?" The receptionist raised an eyebrow, hiding behind his clipboard, but did not try to argue, turning to get their room key. Meanwhile, Chared rested his head on the man's shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Act natural, the staff are working under police instruction." He turned and smiled as the receptionist returned, taking the key card from him and requesting the bell boy. One arm slung around the man, he led him to the lift, "Come, we can check out the bar after our room." He purred in his ear as the receptionist stared wearily after them, wondering if he had really just assigned a one bedroom room to two men.

[iSuspect]

Jacobi eyebrow lifted as the male returned to his side, wondering if he had got them a room. He want to push him off but after hearing the male's whispered words, he couldn't help but play along, again. His arm wrapped around the male's waist with a smile. "Yes, one room. Problem?" Another eyebrow lifted, which seemed to send fear through the receptionist body as he didn't nothing but shake his head from side to side. Jacobi glanced down at the male and noticed how handsome he was but why was he hiding from the police. Jacobi nodded towards the male. "Yes, terribly wrong. Like two men can't get a room together." His voice raised a little.

His eyes narrowed as he kept his arm around the other male's waist. He went towards the elevators and pressed the button and waited for an available one to open. With one swift form of movement, he got the room key away from the male but when the doors to the elevator opened. He acted like they were a couple again. Jacobi eyed the people that had just got off of the elevator and scoffed. "What? Never seen two men that love each other before? Idiots!" He shouted while dragging the male into the elevator with him.

Jacobi broke away from him again, still wanting to know who this was. After pressing the floor button and finally reaching it, he wrapped his arm around the male neck, happily as they neared towards the room. "Ah, here we are." Jacobi said while sticking the room key in the door handle, waiting for the light to turn green before turning the doorknob and walking into the room. As he entered the room, he would wait for the other male to come in as well. "Wow. This is nice." He said while giving the male a sweep of the leg, hoping that he'll face on his back. If he did, Jacobi would jump on top of him and pin him down to the ground.

"Who are you? And don't lie to me." He asked and said in an almost stern tone.

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He let himself be dragged by the man, merely rolling his eye exasperatedly at his 'eccentric' nature as if he was completely used to it. Smirking as he let the key be snatched away from him in private. He honestly didn't plan to stay all too long, maybe really check out the bar later, but not much more than that. For now, he would have to endure being clung to by and associated with a complete stranger. Well, not so much of a stranger if they were pretending to be serious about one another enough to share a room. And what a nice room it was as he stepped in after the man. A shame he didn't have more time to admire the cream colored room before he was falling backwards to the floor. Well, the ceiling was nice too.

As the man pounced on top of him, he couldn't help but grin and remark, "We haven't even broken in the bed yet." His eyes flashing dangerously as they met the man's, hunting at something deeper beneath his nonchalant nature. His shoulders slumped, but he rest of his body ever ready should the man try anything with him, "I could ask the same of you, love, but then we'd both have an answer for aren't we the same? After the string of murders going around, the police are desperate enough to arrest any man out on his own and I'd rather not to go through the hassle of being in custody or giving up my tourist privileges for a grimy old cell and mush for food. Honestly though, I wasn't the one who asked to hold hands first." He grinned up at the man, moving to sit up with no fear or worry.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to shower and change and then check out the bar I was talking about for a good drink. Then I'll be gone before you know it and you can have the bed all to yourself, sound good?"

[iSuspect]

Jacobi heard the male's words then lifted a brow while looking off to the sigh. "I guess you are right." He said while quickly while getting off of top of him, looking as he went to sit up. His ears twitched at the next words that flowed through his lips as he nodded his head while walking over towards the window, folding his arms over his chest. Before the male had went into the bathroom to shower, he had appeared in the doorway. "Okay, maybe we sure keep this shindig up for a little while longer. I can't let you go out there alone." He said, questioning himself on the inside. His eyes rolled as he scoffed. "Forget it. I would rather get caught then spend time with some stranger!" His voice roared so that he could be heard in the bathroom. Jacobi sat down on the bed with a sigh, wondering if the male was an assassin like him. His eyes then narrowed towards the window again as he seem more flashing lights, police cars and special agents arrive.

He really didn't want to part ways with the male just yet - Mainly because he was a little cute, sexy, perfect smile and he may have felt his...No. He was an assassin and he cannot fall for another assassin. They aren't suppose to like, or love. Another sigh came over his lips as he ran his hands over his face in the process then looked up and seen that the male was done with his shower. Jacobi really wanted to get up and go take a sneak peek at the male's body but stayed put as he got up from the bed and rearranged his clothing a bit.

Whenever the male came out of the bathroom, he would turn around with a smile. "So, ready to go hit up the bar, darling?" He was trying to at least act like a couple but that might be easier said than done.