An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Two new chapters posted for the holiday weekend: Loose Ends and Parlor Games
Rating: M (T these two chapters)
Pairing: Theron Shan/Smuggler
Quick quote from Parlor Games:
Lokin politely smiled. “Have a seat.” He motioned to the vacant seats next to him. “It is so rare to speak to the survivor of an extended carbonite freeze. How are you doing? Psychologically? Physically? Are you capable of … completing tasks?”
Eva, without hesitation, plopped herself down, and she put both of her blasters on the table. “I’m in my prime.”
“With a new main hand, which only makes you more capable,” Lokin complimented her, backhandedly. To that, he removed two pens from his breast pocket.
Then he removed their ink cartridges and revealed them to be syringes.
“That takes some grace; I’d stab myself before I actually got near a target,” Eva commented.
She put some of her explosive pellets on the table.
“Fast exit, as needed,” Lokin noted. “Or to remain and discombobulate. Practical.”
He placed two flash bangs on the table from his lab coat.
Eva and Lokin sat back from the table and stared at each other for a few moments.
Then, in unison, they both reached for their boot knives.
Theron audibly sighed. “He’s a spy, she’s a smuggler. Neither of you have that much time to get it all on the table. Let’s go.”
Eva and Lokin both slapped their boot knives on the table at the same time. “He is correct,” Lokin told her.
“He’s my ops manager. He’s always right,” Eva replied.
Lokin’s eyes briefly darted between the two of them. His lips turned upwards slightly. “How long did this take with him?”
“Are we counting the carbonite or not?” Eva replied. “Years, either way.”
Theron rolled his eyes and then glared at Lokin as the older man chuckled.
