The parameters were outlined quickly by the incompetent agent, including the boundaries of where it was not acceptable for him to go. He rarely faced serious injury, but found it vaguely ineffective that he would be prevented from seeking medical attention when it was warranted. The church and forest were matters of little concern. There wasn't room for worship or nature, and even if there had been, he didn't care for them anyway.
At least he thought he didn't.
The incompetent agent even said a name, which made him turn his head to stare for a solid two seconds. Jefferson. His handler had a name, and he had been told what that name was. Unusual. But there was a reason; this information must have been necessary for him to know, or it would not have been provided.
So he went back to watching their surroundings until they came to a shop, a tailor's shop. The incompetent agent peered in the window, but as it was not indicated that he should do the same, he stood still and swept his eyes over the buildings nearest them. A tailor's shop was hardly the most unusual cover business he'd seen, though this one did not seem quite large enough to house any sort of serious operation. Perhaps it was a splinter cell. Those didn't even require headquarters.
Though he remained usually a stoic and expressionless rock, the mention of not freaking made him arch an eyebrow and stare hard at the incompetent agent until the incompetent agent opened the door.
The inside of the shop became immediately inconsequential the second his eyes met the man inside. Both of his arms were obviously still original parts, but the face--
He had the gun up before he could think about it, before he could even process enough to remember the incompetent agent's warning not to freak. Blue eyes stared down the barrel of the gun at a pair of identical blue eyes. The face he was aiming at was his own. A bit less robotic, maybe. The hair was shorter. But it was his face.
"What the hell is he," he said, grinding his molars together.
A thought occurred to him even as he asked the question, the thought that maybe the incompetent agent didn't realise that he was identical. Neither would the other him, not with the mask in place. He tore the mask free with the metal hand. But he didn't lower the gun.