ā you know what, sweetheart? weāll have plenty of time to tear at each otherās throats later. ā | gadreel
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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā THAT A PROMISE, GADREEL? āĀ Ā She knows him beyond his misnomer, made the time and connections needed to track down something close to a real name. The Wandererās file is sparse, entombed behind far too many firewalls and an encryption key thatād make the most skilled netrunner sweat. The corporation heās tied to keeps things under lock and key, but little miss Molly has never let a closed door stop her. She didnāt crack it herself, of course. But if sheās anything, itās resourceful.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Mollyās pistol remains in hand, loose but ready along her side. This temporary alliance means nothing in the grand scheme of their relationship. Once the client is recovered, theyāll go back to trying to kill each other. A fight so familiar itās begun to feel like the natural order of things. Like theyād locked into the same hidden step of evolution that branded all other human beings as prey.Ā Ā ā I know how this dance ends. āĀ Ā Here upon the killing floor, one wrong move canĀ mean your life. Molly doesnāt care about ending up on top, so long as she lands on her feet.Ā Ā ā I didnāt think you were one for delaying the inevitable. ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā She refuses to be the one bleeding when this all comes to a head. She refuses to show the weakness he looks for. She is the reflection of a frozen lake, turbulent waters churning beneath a still and placid surface. The ice hiding her eyes seeps into his own, frostbite setting in when she has the gall to smile.Ā Ā ā Keep calling me sweetheart, and Iāll show you just how sweet I can be. āĀ Ā Scalpels flex from the root of her painted nails, blue steel flashing in the early dawn light.Ā
