While it has been said that their methods are alike in praxis she seldom had to abide by extraneous regulations. "No quarter" was the maxim. It was reliable in its finality for it is not only that a victim is destroyed but his epistemology as well, his apprehension of his assassin. To word it abstractly and yet in plain language: killing kills itself. Staying one's hand invites retribution. That is her belief, for better, and for worse.
The rusted power generator threatens to pollute her senses with white noise if she does not activity tune out its ailing cry. Her preternatural abilities are governed by the mundane and thus can be subverted by physical forces. She looks at Snake, motionless, like his namesake or perhaps an inert feature of the landscape. A man of stone. His heartbeat a rumor in his chest, but there still. The demon breathes. He bleeds when cut. He is a secular devil.
She observes his ceremony in solemn quietude lest she interfere with art. Although he voids himself to better his aim she is witnessing a personal ritual, his private moment. The girl's shoulders tense in anticipation of the imminent scream but the man and his unit are neutralized in quick succession. They sway and fall like pins, in dumb ignorance.
"I can't back out."
She speaks the words evenly as a statement of fact rather than a plea to his emotions, but does not explain why.
"You've cleared a way."
She crawls under the shadowwork of branches without his permission, and then there is a sudden leap and the girl is swallowed by the jungle. Silence and wind. A guard leans cross armed from his tower then something pulls him into the crepuscular night and he is no more, as though a man erased. A minute goes by, two. Then she is transmitted electronically in his ear:
"I have him. By the southernmost building, behind four black vans." Another voice is heard speaking frantic Indonesian to an indifferent Eli.
The reason for the hubbub, the steady influx of fighters to the compound, the transportation trucks and vans and surface-to-air weaponry therein, is encroaching on their location from the sky. The heavy carapace of the first gunship sails over Snake's head. The narcos were preparing for war with a trade rival who possesses attack helicopters.
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The rusted power generator threatens to pollute her senses with white noise if she does not activity tune out its ailing cry. Her preternatural abilities are governed by the mundane and thus can be subverted by physical forces. She looks at Snake, motionless, like his namesake or perhaps an inert feature of the landscape. A man of stone. His heartbeat a rumor in his chest, but there still. The demon breathes. He bleeds when cut. He is a secular devil.
She observes his ceremony in solemn quietude lest she interfere with art. Although he voids himself to better his aim she is witnessing a personal ritual, his private moment. The girl's shoulders tense in anticipation of the imminent scream but the man and his unit are neutralized in quick succession. They sway and fall like pins, in dumb ignorance.
"I can't back out."
She speaks the words evenly as a statement of fact rather than a plea to his emotions, but does not explain why.
"You've cleared a way."
She crawls under the shadowwork of branches without his permission, and then there is a sudden leap and the girl is swallowed by the jungle. Silence and wind. A guard leans cross armed from his tower then something pulls him into the crepuscular night and he is no more, as though a man erased. A minute goes by, two. Then she is transmitted electronically in his ear:
"I have him. By the southernmost building, behind four black vans." Another voice is heard speaking frantic Indonesian to an indifferent Eli.
The reason for the hubbub, the steady influx of fighters to the compound, the transportation trucks and vans and surface-to-air weaponry therein, is encroaching on their location from the sky. The heavy carapace of the first gunship sails over Snake's head. The narcos were preparing for war with a trade rival who possesses attack helicopters.
"Boss?"