Backstory: “Foreign Consultant” is what they call it. As if having to have an FBI “partner” breathing down your neck, just because the case got sloppy and spilled over a state line or two, now I’ve got Interpol putting people in my way.
It’s not that I expect them to disapprove of my methods, or hold me up with bureaucracy, or anything. The case is important enough that they thought it was worthwhile to send Ha-fuckin-chiko here halfway around the world to get it done? He’ll be competent and motivated. That’s not the problem.
The problem is having to keep stopping and explaining. I KNOW what I’m doing, and every second I have to spend explaining it is one more second I can’t spend thinking of the next move, and then I have to explain THAT. That’s why Max works so well with me, he doesn’t ask for explanations, he just shrugs and does what I say, and if I’m in a good mood I’ll explain afterward.
Either I put up with it, or I figure out a way to distract him, or I figure out a way to get him to trust me.
I suppose I could do both…
Commentary: I think the stylization of these two is understandable.
But not the utter lumpiness of the original. Just...like a stretch armstrong doll covered in cellophane that got left outside on the asphalt on a summer day.
I feel like the justification for this one is particularly and shamefully flimsy, but, not a lot I can do to change the premise? I already put a few things in too deep to do otherwise.