His voice cuts through her broken repetition, lifting the proverbial needle from the record. She is unsteady on her feet, mechanical, and Venom wastes his precious time to scoop her into the crook of his arm, to press her bloodied, singed form to him. Somewhere on the other side, Miller furiously radios in with status updates and demands for information. Contained within his speech is an 'I told you so', or a less juvenile permutation of it.
It doesn't matter. This storm has to be weathered, and lectures can come later. Relieving his charge of her briefcase, Venom pulls her thin shoulders from him with a steady hand. The world collapses around them, but he remains a constant.
"We're getting out of here." Obvious, but with conviction. No room for doubt. "Can you run?"
A rhetorical question, considering that they need their feet. Something whistles above them, heralding the approach of a second enemy helicopter hovering in wait for the wreckage of its fallen brethren to clear. It doesn't give them much time to act.
Without asking for Eli's answer, Venom takes her hand and sprints to the side. Ladders unfurl down from the sky where they'd been moments before, and heavily-armed soldiers drop to the ground in neat rows.
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His voice cuts through her broken repetition, lifting the proverbial needle from the record. She is unsteady on her feet, mechanical, and Venom wastes his precious time to scoop her into the crook of his arm, to press her bloodied, singed form to him. Somewhere on the other side, Miller furiously radios in with status updates and demands for information. Contained within his speech is an 'I told you so', or a less juvenile permutation of it.
It doesn't matter. This storm has to be weathered, and lectures can come later. Relieving his charge of her briefcase, Venom pulls her thin shoulders from him with a steady hand. The world collapses around them, but he remains a constant.
"We're getting out of here." Obvious, but with conviction. No room for doubt. "Can you run?"
A rhetorical question, considering that they need their feet. Something whistles above them, heralding the approach of a second enemy helicopter hovering in wait for the wreckage of its fallen brethren to clear. It doesn't give them much time to act.
Without asking for Eli's answer, Venom takes her hand and sprints to the side. Ladders unfurl down from the sky where they'd been moments before, and heavily-armed soldiers drop to the ground in neat rows.