Tallied Ledger

Dallon lifted from where he'd tackled the blonde and fired his weapon off, watching as his bullet hit the mark and the man in the distance fell.

"So, we hurt them before they hurt anyone else. It makes sense."

"You could have given me some fucking warning!"

"You shouldn't be out here." Dallon looked in the direction where the shots had gone off, spotting nothing and no one.

"No, I guess not."

"If we don't, they hurt people."

"Alright. Dallon." It sounded curious, referring to him by his name, but secretly she was glad for it; the formality one of the most stifling things about the Project - because sure, there were ranks, but weren’t they comrades? 

Running through his mind were all the possibilities that she could take, given favored attacks and stature. He narrowed it further when she moved against his knee, a blow easily diverted, her momentum forward bringing them closer. Data filled his mind, her date of birth, her blood type, all irrelevant things that had to do with her was suddenly there and then snatched away. A minor distraction on his part when caught up in the proximity of her and the realization that the men in charge got her eye color wrong. 

"Perfectly fine, buddy," Eve said, her chirp just a little too cheerful - the badge made her nervous, and he was a large man, too; she doubted she’d be able to outrun him or survive a tackle should anything happen. "Thanks!" 

Dallon let her down easy and stepped from her space once the civilian had found her footing. His earpiece started to buzz slightly, calm orders for his ear only. He pushed a button and responded in an even, clipped tone.

"So, how much longer do you think they’ll keep us out here? This is the third time this week and they aren’t even sure if this is the right place. Feels kind of… pointless."

"Covering all their bases."

"Fine," she said, smile giving way to defeat. Pulling the larger jacket on over her own small coat was easier than she would have guessed, and infinitely warmer. "You have to promise you’ll tell me if you get cold, though. I’ll give it right back."

"Thank you."

"No, no Agent it’s fine."

"Okay, then."

"Not to me," she said, looking down at her hands. In all honesty, Shane didn’t want them to turn it off. It was extremely exciting, despite the frigidness of it. "I sort of wonder if they even know how." She looked back up at him. 

"You don’t know why they’re following you, that’s why you’re paranoid about it."

"Then, I would ask them if I suspected them of it. Has the higher ups made any indication as to when they will turn the snow off?" Dallon shrugged out of his new jacket and handed it off to the girl. "Solomon said that if girl tells me they are cold that I should offer them my jacket."

"Right. Of course it is."

"Are you concerned?"

As she pulled out her papers, she had pressed the button on the device Will had given her. It was a prototype, but she hoped with all her heart that it worked. If it didn’t she would have to find a more creative way of evading this officer. The device was built to block the signals of the Government’s comms, filling everything with static. It hadn’t exactly been her plan to use it today but now she didn’t have much of a choice. 

Dallon maintained up right on the ice slicked ground, gaze narrowed to keep the snowflakes from blinding him. He understood the Government's need to try out the new technology but it made doing his job a more difficult task. He'd have run this girl down by now if he didn't need to be wary of the ice. He was wondering where his back up was, thumb pressing the button to call in but he was met with a fuzzy feedback causing him to wince. Immediately he yanked his ear piece out without missing a beat in his running. The girl was stealthier than previously though, her level of threat raising as she pulled her tricks. He'd subdue the target immediately at the next chance.