A Change of Pace. [Open to The Boss, COMPLETE.]

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Of all things to miss out on, a reason to take his pants off. That was just his luck, really. He had always felt that he could sneak with the most ease with the least amount of clothing on. Unfortunately, that didn't make much sense since skin color was fairly horrible camouflage.

It wasn't like he'd been influenced by films, either. He wasn't much of a movie watcher. It was just so uncomfortable to be weighed down by a uniform with countless straps and buckles on it.

He had heard tell that the soldiers had been made to stand out in the cold in their underwear for far too long, however, so it might have been for the best that he wasn't in attendance. Unfortunately, his absence might put him under even more suspicion, but there was no way they could prove he was guilty for a crime he didn't commit unless they wanted to scapegoat him.

Considering there were outside forces on the base to look into the murder, he doubted that was the case. They wanted to find the real guy behind this, and it wasn't him.

While he wasn't fond of cumbersome uniforms, his mentor had actually seen to that problem. A few days ago he'd found a package left in his room. Upon opening it up, he'd found a perfect sneaking suit. It was black, sleek, amazing camouflage...

And definitely better than the Russian uniform Krauss had forced on him - the one that didn't even fit. This was much more suited to him. He wasn't showing off the fact that he was an American, but he wasn't trying to be something he wasn't by bearing Russian colors, either. He would be distinguished, and while on one hand it would make him stand out, it would also make sure he blended in. Hopefully, if he continued to wear it around the base, everyone would stop taking such note of him. They would become used to his presence, which meant if he ever needed to sneak around...

He was getting ahead of himself, though - a side effect of the fact that he was starved for action or at least some sort of mission objective. He needed to find The Boss - first, to thank her for the gift (where had she even gotten it?) and second, to clear up what both her and his purpose was in being here. Had she really defected? And did she expect him to follow her in that defection so easily, to turn his back on his country? Or was there more to it than that?

Upon reaching the door to her room, he knocked and took a step back, standing proudly in the sneaking suit as he waited for her to answer.