( there's a curse on the tip of eve's tongue, but it doesn't get a chance to pass her lips because her focus is on silva, on the gunfight, on his men; there's no time to swear, no matter how appropriate it may be. there's a certain beauty that eve can appreciate in that kind of focus, and there's ruthless intelligence in silva that she can admire without endorsing it.
perhaps it's too much of a risk, but eve has always excelled at thinking on her feet, at trusting her instincts — rather than let herself be drawn into a lengthy firefight with his men, she makes a break for it — shooting one in the process and it's luck more than anything else that the bullet fired by another doesn't connect to her shoulder. she can hear it whistle past her, too close for comfort. she isn't about to let herself dwell on that, either. the life expectancy of agents is short. she's made her peace with that, or thinks that she has. as much as anyone can.
the tactic says to formulate a strategy, but silva is still one step ahead, continually moving and it makes it hard to do anything but follow after him, to keep at his heels and hope that at one point, there will be mistakes, that at one point, he will stand still long enough for them not only to catch up but to actively formulate a strategy. she hates that he's still ahead of them, that one man can seemingly outrun and outthink this entire agency that she has put so much of her faith and sweat and effort into.
running into traffic isn't a smart choice, either, but eve makes it regardless, firing at the rear window, at the tires of the car he'd just stolen. )
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perhaps it's too much of a risk, but eve has always excelled at thinking on her feet, at trusting her instincts — rather than let herself be drawn into a lengthy firefight with his men, she makes a break for it — shooting one in the process and it's luck more than anything else that the bullet fired by another doesn't connect to her shoulder. she can hear it whistle past her, too close for comfort. she isn't about to let herself dwell on that, either. the life expectancy of agents is short. she's made her peace with that, or thinks that she has. as much as anyone can.
the tactic says to formulate a strategy, but silva is still one step ahead, continually moving and it makes it hard to do anything but follow after him, to keep at his heels and hope that at one point, there will be mistakes, that at one point, he will stand still long enough for them not only to catch up but to actively formulate a strategy. she hates that he's still ahead of them, that one man can seemingly outrun and outthink this entire agency that she has put so much of her faith and sweat and effort into.
running into traffic isn't a smart choice, either, but eve makes it regardless, firing at the rear window, at the tires of the car he'd just stolen. )