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Post by Delilah Scott Kingsley on Jun 18, 2012 17:28:12 GMT -5
Lilah brought the cup of deli coffee to her lips as she looped her arm through Zach’s as they walked down the dark streets of New York. This happened more often than not, them working together. And it always worked out better when people were thrown off guard. Them being affectionate didn’t mean they were ‘together’, it could look however it wanted. Maybe he was her gay best friend, either way she was just affectionate but not ever over the line affectionate, comfortable. They had a mutual target tonight. Someone that both the government wanted confined, and someone who Zach’s ‘family’ wanted out of the way to make things less complicated. She sighed as he ducked into an abandoned building, with some of the windows knocked out and just had that creepy vibe to it. “ Why do they make it so easy?” she asked Zach as the idiot put himself in a building, pretty much putting himself in a corner for her and Zach to play with him as they pleased. She looked at both sides of the street , holding on tightly to Zach’s arm as they crossed the street. Once they reached the front of the building, she looked over at him and offered a small smile. There was always a chance going into these things and it terrified her down to her soul to think of a day without Zach. She stood on her toes, placing her hand across his jawbone before she kissed his other cheek. Lilah took in a deep breath as he headed off into the distance and brought her eyes back to the front door. She stepped up to the door quietly, listening inside for any noise to indicate where they would be or if they were near the entrance. Lowering her hand down to the handle she tried turning it with no luck before she brought her gun, silencer attached, to the handle and shot at the base of it, pulling the handle off completely. Lilah scrunched her nose as she reached into the hole of the door and pushed the lock inside of it, pulling the door open easily. “ Hm” she said to herself before peeking in before she stepped inside. Lilah looked through the empty building, not seeing anything on the bottom floor. She could tell from outside. Five floors, sixteen windows on each floor. She moved up the staircase slowly, doing her best to not let her heels make any type of unnecessary noise against the metal steps. It took three floors before she found anyone. Not just anyone, but a whole slew of people. “ ….. Shit” she said beneath her breath as she reached back to the back of her jeans and pulled out her gun quickly, she’d already been spotted and the last thing she needed was for a bloodbath to begin. He was a floor up on the staircase across from her and was pulling his own gun out to aim towards her. “ Please fall back, please fall back” she said to herself, knowing she had no other option than to shoot him to kill him. Can’t leave him to make noise and draw attention, and couldn’t let him shoot her, that was counter productive. Lilah pulled the trigger, holding her breath to wait and see how he fell. Forward, downward quickly as those on the third floor watched him plummet to the ground. “ Shit!” she said quickly, running back against the wall, placing her gun in the back of her jeans just for a quick second as she grabbed onto the railing and pulled herself up over the ledge. Lilah scrunched her nose and started to grind her teeth as she finally pulled herself through, turning quickly to the side to kick one of the gang members heads against the wall where she pinned it with her heel. Lilah acted quickly, taking her gun out from the back of her jeans, applying pressure of her heel to his temple before she shot him between the legs , dropping her foot and shooting him again in the heart as she turned back to see what the rest of the building looked like. She heard Zach’s knife before she heard him, fighting his own slew of members. In this line of things people really weren’t this used to coming across someone as experienced as Zach was with a knife. It always threw them off guard. Delilah grunted out in frustration as someone took a hold of her and instantly reached back with her arms and took a hold of the back of his hair as he held onto her neck. She pulled his head back as best as she could and pulled against his hair tightly before lifting her own arm up and awkwardly placing her gun underneath his chin and pulling the trigger. Delilah held onto her own through and coughed,grasping for air before set her sights on a few others. Three more kills later she was jumping down to a different floor, planting her feet firmly against the floor as she had finally made her way to the same floor as Zach. She just felt better being closer to him. But as she lifted her head to look up she saw someone that made it feel like her heart had physically stopped. What the hell was Agent Davis doing here. She didn’t work for ‘the family’. They never asked her to do tasks or favors. She just happened to be very protective of Zach , and those that mattered to him. And now it was going to look like she was a double agent. How long had the agency been tailing her, and now they sent in Davis? How could her career be slipping through her fingers right now. But that was strange, he wasn’t paying any attention towards her and instead was raising his gun and setting sight on someone. Delilah narrowed her eyebrows and looked over to her right to see who exactly he was aiming at. And if she thought her heart had stopped before, it felt like it had literally fallen into her stomach. “ Zach!” she screamed out at the top of her lungs before she darted off towards him. She knew realistically she was probably moving fast but it felt like her feet were stuck in cement. Whatever it was, seemed like the bullet was moving in slow motion, waiting for the exact moment she threw her body in front of his before it moved warp speed and torpedoed its way through her skin and into her body. Delilah took a step back, vaguely away of the fighting that was happening around her. She touched her finger to her left side of her body, feeling until she reached the top of her ribs. That’s not good, right? Wasn’t there something important there? Delilah touched her finger inside of her body, surprised at the warmth before she looked down at the blood stained across her fingers and hand. “ Zach..” she choked out before she looked up to see him. “ Do you see this shit?” she asked in a slightly breathless tone before she couldn’t help but give a suppressed laugh, coming out like it never had before, “ I got shot,” she said before the laughter became more robust and she looked back down at her hand. But the next time she looked up, Zach looked a couple feet taller than her, like she had fallen on her knees. Which apparently she had. The entire world seemed to be moving in slow motion around her as she fell onto the ground. Zach had been saying something to her but it sounded so muffled, how was she supposed to know what he was saying? If she was able of talking anymore she might be able to tell Zach about the blood she could taste in her mouth. But everything seemed to make itself known as the blood came gushing out of her mouth as she coughed, instantaneously falling against the ground as the world around her went black. Outfit
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Post by Zachary Adam Pierson on Jun 18, 2012 19:04:18 GMT -5
The second Zach got inside from the back door, he knew things were no good. Not only was the place swarming with people from the other side, Zach realized he probably should have brought a gun in with him. Not that he ever really used one, unless he had to make a kill from a long distance, but he rarely did that either. Zach grew up with hand on hand combat, he wasn't a black belt for nothing. And he got looks for being good with a knife? One of these times he should bring some nunchucks in with him, that'd really get the people going. It was almost comical how Zach's perspective on things had changed from the first time he'd killed someone until now. His number had gone from one, to not being able to count on both hands. And yeah. the first time he'd made a kill, he probably reacted how any normal civilian would have upon killing someone with nothing but your bare hands, having had no weapon on him at the time. But when you were surrounded by people who brushed it off, told you it was completely normal, and made they kill count a contest, Zach had gotten over that really quick. Did he look at himself as a heartless killer? No. Was he one? Well, yeah he supposed he was. He didn't give it much thought, not when the people he killed put his loved ones in danger, or were doing worse than he was in means of crime. He liked to think of himself as like... a rogue... Batman.... yeah. He was just protecting the people, no super powers needed. he just went that little extra step to ensure they wouldn't wreak any further havoc. Off with their heads, right?
Zach decided he would do what he always did, which was make do with what he had. Which was his knife. And his hands. And his oddly adopted sense of playing with people before killing them... cat and mouse. Dammit, he was a heartless killer. Odd hobby. Ah well. He had things to attend to. Zach didn't feel like wasting time, staying unseen, he already heard them and the scuffling. They must have found Delilah, so they knew she was there. Zach came up behind one guy who was heading in the other direction, poking the guys eyes out and let him crawl around for a moment trying to find his way while he knocked the gun out of the guys friend's hand. "Won't be needing that," he commented before slicing his knife through the mans abdomen. There was no way that was reparable, not with all his... stuff... spilling out. Zach turned back to the guy who was crawling around blind, cursing. Put him out of his misery? Zach heard the foot steps on the stairs and threw his knife before he looked, watching as it stuck cleanly in the chest. Zach picked up the other mans gun, scrunching his nose disdainfully as the blinded guy clawed at Zach's legs. Poor bastard. Zach pointed the gun down at him and pulled the trigger before stepping over the guy on the stairs and headed to where he heard all the commotion. He was lucky that gun was silent. Hadn't thought about that before he made that decision. On the way down stairs Zach encountered two more guys, one of which he threw over the rail and, as observed, the guys neck broke his fall. The second guy Zach just punched in the face because he felt like it, stabbed him after he fell to the bottom of the stairs when the guy pulled a gun on him. But then Zach found the guy they were supposed to be getting, and Zach was like, this guy is not getting out of here alive, not even to be locked up for life.
It was like the guy knew they were coming for him, all prepared with his gun pointed at Zach, trying for a few last words before he expected to kill Zach. Zach just shook his head, quickly assessing his surroundings. He could just shoot the guy. But where was the fun in that? The guy pulled the trigger and Zach dodged it best he could, getting behind a crate and coming out the other side, throwing his knife where it stuck in the side of the guys head. Well, not as fun as it could have been. But Zach just needed to find Lilah now. Tell her their guy was out for the count. Make sure she was fine. Which she probably was. Zach stepped out and pulled his knife out, looking up as he heard the click of another gun, cocked and ready to go. That... looked suspiciously like an agent. Zach couldn't even figure if the guy was going to shoot him or put him in jail, or what... but everything was suddenly happening so fast. The sound of the gun going off, Lilah in front of him, the agent dude, looking between the pair of them confusedly, taking in Lilah and the amount of blood spilling from her body. if that idiot was going to stand there staring for that amount of time, the bastard could blame himself for what he got next. Zach watched Delilah, who was shocked at getting hit, shooting the guys gun right our of his hand. "Hang tight, Lilah..." he said, tight lipped, and walked over to the guy. "You a traitor?" Zach said, knocking him to the ground. At least the guy was putting up a fight, but as Zach held his hand over the guys throat he shook his head disapprovingly, "In my world, that's cause for death on the spot dude. You better tell her you're sorry." Before he could reply, Zach slit his knife over his throat, not staying long enough to watch the life drain from his eyes. Lucky for Zach and Delilah, this would look like this agent got into it with this mob guys. And Zach and Delilah really need not worry about being brought into this as suspects.
Zach rushed back over to Lilah, suddenly aware that she was unconscious and lying on the floor. "Fuck..... Lilah, hang in there, I.." he looked around. They were alone. And she was dying basically. He couldn't bring her to a hospital that was suspicious as all hell, but what other option did he have? She couldn't die... he wouldn't let that happen, couldn't. Just twenty minutes ago she had smiled at him, kissed him and been on her way, like she did every time they did these things. So alive and ready for whatever they walked into. She'd so willingly thrown herself in front of a bullet for him. He was not going to let her die. Zach called the only people who would possibly understand, who could possibly put Lilah back together for him. Nonna could do it, couldn't she? She was the only thing between life and death for Lilah right now. Relief spread through him when they answered the phone, so understanding and calm, on their way. Five minutes tops, they were never far. Zach could at least get Delilah to the back door. He scooped her up carefully, pocketing whatever weapons the pair of them had touched, brushing her hair off her face. Lifeless, basically. But still breathing. Shallow. It was there though. Just as long as it was there, he was going to leave her side.
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Post by Delilah Scott Kingsley on Jun 19, 2012 11:57:40 GMT -5
There had been a lot of incidents where Lilah had gotten herself an injury or two on the job. Cuts across her skin, bruises against her face and body. Being shot close to her heart and what had to be on her lungs, was definitely a new one. Her lungs had to be filling with blood, right? That’s the only possible explanation that would mean that she was spilling it out of her mouth. She wasn’t sure how she had gotten off the floor inside the building, or who was holding her in the back of a moving car, but she lited her eyes to see the back of a seat, seemingly on her side before she felt the blood rush out of her mouth as she coughed again, unable to try and move so it didn’t get on the seat or the floor near her. Plus there was someone holding her with their hand tightly against her side anyways, keeping her from being able to move. She tried to take a deep breath in, just get something in her lungs beside oxygen but all she felt when she did that was the blood entering back into her body, causing her to cough again. Is this what drowning felt like? There was not a chance in hell she could die choking on her own blood. “ Za-“ she started off before she coughed up more blood and felt against whoever was holding her knees.
The darkness was a lot more comforting than she imagined it would be. Primarily because it was like a resting period, each time she opened her eyes it seemed like there was chaos swirling around her, raised voices, people moving quickly but then seemingly trying to be careful with her at the same time. Then she would slip away and there was nothing. Literally. She didn’t have to feel the pain each time she tried to take in a shallow breath, like a fish trying to breathe out of water. Being moved out of the car, darkness. Moved into the home, darkness. Were they arguing about having an agent in the home, whether or not to save her or let her die? And then the darkness. But the next time she opened her eyes she could tell she was laying against a table, with what seemed like only women around her. She could feel the dried blood caked in her hair from where she was constantly spitting it out. This is it, she was going to bleed out and die. Drown in her own blood. And she still had no idea if Zach was safe or not, if it had been worth it. But her thoughts were interrupted as something reached inside of her body, taking hold of the bullet that was lodged inside of her and pulling it out. Lilah felt like she was screaming at her highest ability at the pain that it caused to sear through her body, but considering the noise was gurgling through the blood trapped in her throat she wasn’t sure how loudly it came out. Whoever was taking care of her was either the dumbest person in the world for taking a bullet out so close to her heart when it could cause more damage, or was experienced enough to have been in this field before and would know what was necessary next to keep working on her.
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Post by Zachary Adam Pierson on Jun 19, 2012 20:57:23 GMT -5
Zach stood close by as Nonna examined Delilah more closely. She was bleeding a lot. Zach's hands were still covered in blood, mostly from applying pressure so she wouldn't bleed out. As soon as they'd gotten to the house and brought her inside there was the debate about having an agent in the house, and shouldn't they just let her die? Every one was arguing over it and not taking her into consideration, the same girl who saved all their asses from time to time, no thank you's needed. "Why are we even arguing about this, she's dying! Who cares what her job is, she was out doing something for you too.." While they argued Giulia had come in, not understanding all the commotion until she saw Lilah and said quietly to Nonna, "Questo è l'agente dalla sparatoria a scuola..." Nonna had nodded, but given one look at Zach, saw the look on his face and had ushered them all out. "Nonna, she can't just die, you can't listen to them. Lilah's... she's- you can't..." Nonna stopped him, putting a finger to his lips briefly, "Zachary, silenzio." She understood. it wasn't about agents and family members, or good cops and bad cops, this was his friend. His best friend. There was no questions there. Nonna understood that. The only people in the room now were Nonna, Zach, Lilah, Giulia, Giulia's mother, and Matt's mother. All three were nurses, or in Nonna's case, had been one. Zach thought it convenient that the women of the family know how to patch their boys up. Except now, they were patching up Lilah. He was just glad they had let him stay. He could tell Nonna didn't agree, she probably thought Zach shouldn't see Lilah with out her clothes, but Zach didn't care much, not much he hadn't already seen. Zach just sat down on a bar stool, trying to stay out of the way and answer questions when asked. Giulia hovered nearby, observing and fetching things that were needed. But after a moment, she too fell back and let them work, standing beside Zach.
Zach said quietly, unable to look away from what was hopefully the italian's saving his friends life, "She jumped in front of a bullet for me." Giulia nodded, picking up a warm wash cloth, batting Zach's hand away when he tried to fend her off. "That's what friends do." As if it were as simple as that. Zach wondered if Giulia would do that, maybe she would. Having grown up in this family. She didn't say anything else. Hell Zach was around enough of the time, and he still hardly heard her say much. He sat still while Giulia cleaned a cut above his eye that he hadn't realized was there. When she was finished she sat down on the stool beside him, waiting. Waiting for further instruction. Zach almost wished they would tell him to go do something. Sitting here waiting was worse. He'd cringed when they pulled the bullet out, Lilah screaming. He wished she didn't have to feel it. But then again, as she fell back into unconsciousness, he figured, she must find some kind of comfort there. Zach looked up when they asked him about medications, wanting to give her pain killers, but didn't know what she was taking. "Uhh," Zach knew she took things, he didn't know what the hell they were, "I mean, she takes stuff, I don't know what they are." "You're going to have to go find out," Giulia's mom said calmly, looking at him, "You know where she lives, yes?" Zach nodded, standing up, but looked back at Delilah, unsure about leaving her. "She will be fine, as soon as you can tell us what we need to know." She nodded at him, "Go on."
It felt like a century before Zach got to Lilah's apartment, realizing as he approached her door that he didn't have his key. He looked down the hall, seeing no one and, remembering he was still carrying a gun, shot the lock full off and went inside. Okay, she kept her medications in the cabinet next to the sink. Zach hurried over to the cupboard, taking them all down and set them out on the counter, making sure they were all there and then called the house, Giulia answered. Zach told her the names and big words on the bottle sin front of him, Giulia calmly rattling them off to her mother. That seemed to satisfy them. Zach was about to hang up but stopped, holding the phone lazily against his face and heard someone come in. Some one wasn't breaking in were they? Because he'd already done that. Ha, beat ya to the punch. Zach turned around, dropping his phone to his side and ended the call, looking suspiciously as Lilah's across the hall neighbor, the British guy who had a lot of dates. And was pointing a gun at Zach. "Hey," Zach nodded, pulling his gun, pointing it back at the guy. "Hey..." he had responded, both suspicious of each other. "Why are you in this apartment?" Zach narrowed his eyes, "I could ask you the same question... Adam right?" He nodded, "And you're Zach. i see you around, you're friends with Delilah. I can't figure why you would break in here, surely you have a key. Unless there's an emergency." "And you care because..." "Delilah is my... co-worker." "Work with her..., so you're an agent. Makes sense, the gun and all." Adam paused. Zach shrugged. Okay, Adam had not thought that Zach knew about Delilah's profession. Hadn't thought saying he worked with her gave himself away as an agent too. "Yes, it does explain why I have a gun, but I am still confused as to why you have one." Zach thought for a moment, "I... just... do." Smooth. "So, where is Delilah? You seem to have taken an interest in her... medications," he observed, glancing behind Zach at the counter. "Is there a problem?" "...No." "If Delilah is in trouble, you know, it's part of my job to back her up. I need to know if she needs help." "She is fine." "I don't believe you." "Are you serious?" "Ha, am I serious... well yes. You look suspicious, breaking in here, looking through her things, making phone calls about her medications. Tell me where she is before I shoot you. I happen to know the extent of the jobs she's been given recently-" "Oh yeah? Like finding random mobsters, putting them behind bars to shut her boss up? I'm not an idiot, know what she does too." "And what would you know about mobsters? Delilah shouldn't be telling you anything like that, that's confidential, you're a civilian." Zach scoffed, this was stupid. He should be getting back to Delilah. "She doesn't have to tell me anything I don't already know." Adam watched him, quiet for a moment and then responded, "What would you know about it, with out her telling you, unless you were involved?" Zach didn't answer. "Jackpot."
Zach kept his gun pointing at Adam, but in his other hand picked up a paper bag that had groceries in it, dumping them out and put her medications inside, intending to take them with them in case there were any misunderstandings. "Correct me if I'm wrong in my assumptions, but you are in the mob. And Delilah is in trouble, am I right?" "You're not wrong." "Is she a rogue agent?" Zach laughed, "I would definitely not say that." Zach didn't know what she was, but that wasn't exactly it. "One last question, where is she?" "What does it matter? I'm going to leave this apartment now, and you and I are going to forget we had this conversation." "I want to see her with my own eyes. How do I know she isn't being held hostage by... your people?" "How do i know I can even trust you?" Lilah was off lying somewhere, bleeding out from a gunshot wound from a 'fellow agent', why the hell should Zach trust this one? "I could just shoot you, you know. And start an investigation." "I could just shoot you, you know. And get away with it." "You're charming, aren't you? And you and her are friends?" Adam asked confused. Zach moved toward the door, "Okay move out of my way so neither of us makes a scene." "Take me with you." "No way, bro." "If she is fine, and there's no threat, then why the big deal?" Zach stopped. He had him there. He sighed, knowing he was going to get in much more trouble for bringing a second agent to the house then he did for bringing the first one. "Okay. But-" he said pointing his gun at him, "Do not ask questions, do not take pictures, do not make phone calls, do not take notes, or so help yourself, you will not be coming home tonight." Adam put his gun away tentatively, waiting while Zach did the same, "Okay."
They looked like two friends, just out and about. If only people knew. This was not two people that needed to associate this closely with one another. Zach walked in the yard and headed toward the back door, stopping. "You realize this is just as dangerous a situation for you as it is for me, right?" "Yes." Okay, just so long as he knew there was the chance they didn't let him out of here. Fine. Zach opened the back door to the kitchen, seeing the same faces as he left them. Nonna still hadn't let anyone in. "Hey..." he said tentatively as Adam came in behind him. Giulia looked at him skeptically, as did the rest of the women, "Ignore him. Okay," he said, pointing to Lilah, "See, she is..." "... not fine." "Well..." "She isn't fine, you said she was fine." "What I should have said was, she is alive." Well, she was. And it wasn't like Zach had anticipated having company on the trip back. "Okay, you've seen her, I'd advise you to go now. Probably." He could still get rid of the agent and save his own ass right? "What I'm not leaving-" "He stays." Nonna said sternly. That was like the word of God. Adam was staying.
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Post by Delilah Scott Kingsley on Jun 20, 2012 19:29:41 GMT -5
Lilah’s eyes bolted open at the stabbing pain in her side and she found herself staring up at a ceiling she didn’t recognize, when she moved her eyes there were at least two women standing over her that she didn’t recognize either. Part of being an agent was training yourself to stay calm in all situations, assess you r surroundings, and figure out the best possible course of action. Training had never prepared her for having her own blood coming out of her like a volcano as she tried to gasp in air to breath. She could feel that the blood was gone from her face, hands, feet, extremities. Aside from the blood caked in her hair near her face she must look as pale as a ghost. “ Wh-..Where am I?” she said, curling her fingertips against the edge of the table , trying her best to pull herself away from them and off of the table. ‘ Look, look..see, there’s your friend’ the oldest woman said, pointing in the corner towards Zach. But Delilah was still trying to move herself off of the table. Lilah tried turning her legs off of the table, feeling her arm slam against the rough surface since she was too weak to stand up on her own. How much blood had she lost exactly. It felt like she was using all of her force to try and stand up, like she was using every ounce of muscle she had yet when Zach rushed over to her, he seemed to just easily lay her back down. Lilah’s own hands were stained red with her own blood as she reached down shakily and wrapped her cold fingers around Zach’s. “ Please..” she said shakily, trying to catch her breath , “ You can’t leave me,” she said as her head shook back and forth. It wasn’t until now that she looked down and realized that the old woman seemed to be in charge, and had clearly ripped apart her new favorite shirt, and she was laying here with a loose fabric over herself aside from where she was working on her. Lilah ran her tongue across her lips, feeling the dryness along them as she swallowed had and laid her head back. With each new pain she closed her eyes tighter, too far past normal pain to even be able to muster tears.
“ Zach,” she said quietly, under her shallow breaths as she opened her eyes to look at him. “This doesn’t… look good” she said , swallowing again, which more or less felt like swallowing her own blood. Better in than out, right? “ You need to know” she started off, having to cut her sentences into short statements so she could try and catch her breath, “ I don’t regret it” she said, feeling her own fingers start to unwind from his as the black started to crowd her vision, the same tunnel effect she felt each time right before she lost consciousness. There was no way she could possibly know what all was going on, not when she wasn’t even in a state of awareness. The shuffling, the rearranging, the cleaning, bandaging, speaking in Italian amongst each other. It was like she could hear all of it subconsciously, but was no longer able to react to any of it. It must have been hours later, though honestly it could have been days and she would have been just as unaware. This time when she felt herself coming to, there was Giulia, putting a warm washcloth against her face before she started dabbing it against her hair, seemingly trying to get rid of the blood. Delilah took in a slow deep breath, not feeling blood in her lungs for the first time, but when she lifted her head to look down at herself, was that a.. tube in her side? Was that blood coming out of it? Lilah took in another breath, “ I want Zach,” she said before turning her head to the side and spotting him. Not just Zach. Adam was behind him. “ No” Delilah said, though her voice felt muffled for an entirely different reason. Actually, she felt extremely light headed. Blood loss? Delilah looked down at her arm, at the needle on the inside of it. Drugs. That was probably what was causing her case of severe dry mouth. Lilah scrunched her nose, placing her hand flat against the table as she tried to sit up, reaching towards her jeans for her gun. Okay. She had been wearing jeans earlier, but as she looked down she noticed she wasn’t wearing any shoes either. They had probably shed her clothes to see if she had any other injuries. That sort of made sense. She felt so powerless without her gun. Strange that she could be half naked on a kitchen table with her own blood coming out of her in a tube, and that did not make her feel as helpless as not having her gun. Lilah scrunched her nose, ripping the needle of out of her arm before she leaned on the table and picked up one of the knives that the older lady had used to cut inside of her, scalpel. That’s what those things were called, right? ” Adam,… you cannot .. you need..” she said, pointing the scalpel towards him shakily as she held her other hand against the table as sturdily as she could. “ This isn’t what it looks like,” she said to him, feeling a new panic coming over her. She didn’t care that she was weaker than she had been in her entire life. She didn’t care that she was bleeding out like a sponge being twisted. All she could think of was protecting Zach. Screw her career, she’d made that choice when she decided to be friends with him hadn’t she? She’d risked her own life to throw her body in front of his. Her life, her career. All of it hailed in comparison to protecting Zach. She knew two things, one she would die if she had to in order to protect Zach and two she was willing to compromise everything about who she was and what she worked for in order to do so as well.
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