ebonyfeather

primeval100

License to thrill

“I’ve got a license to kill…”

Becker pushed open the door slowly, quietly, peering inside. Connor was standing in front of a mirror in the locker room, a tranquiliser pistol in his hands.

“The name’s Temple, Connor Temple,” he said in a hammy Sean Connery accent. He aimed the gun at his reflection in the mirror and made pow! pow! sounds, pretending to shoot.

Suddenly he noticed Becker in the mirror and turned, shoving the gun behind him.

“How long have you been there?” he asked, blushing.

Becker laughed, retrieving the weapon and giving Connor a kiss. “Long enough, 007.”