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Eli ([personal profile] vakna) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet 2016-10-01 06:55 pm (UTC)

"What's wrong?" she asks with knitted brows.

In such singular frame of mind she cannot fathom Venom's "unprofessional" conduct (is he shielding her from harm?), her body limp and malleable within his brace as though the slightest force will bend her any which way despite her awesome strength. She cocks her head and peers at him quizzically because, after all, in her mind she had made her declaration just once. To reiterate it twice, three times, would simply be irrational.

Released she rubs at her cheeks with her palms to clear away the grime and vestiges of the ex-hostage's gray matter, etc., and rights her footing on uneven ground. Epinephrine weaves a current through her frame and stabilizes her like a neurological prosthetic. What came of the suitcase? Did he retrieve it from her? Did she do well?

She starts to nod when she is swept away, her head swivels and she glimpses ladders descend eerily from a sky flashing epileptic white. Out of sight Eli flattens herself against the bole of a great tree and seizes Big Boss's wrist so that it him who is anchored to her strength and not the other way around. Power and powerlessness, slave and master — a whisper in her thoughts, the same.

"Boss, there's only jungle ahead." The growth too dense to permit safe landing whereas the extraction point is beyond the column of armored troops.

"I'm going to kill them. Those big guys. But I can't do it alone."

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