|
Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 8, 2016 16:42:42 GMT -5
Greer didn't answer, just made a slightly sarcastic smile and shut and locked the door. Suddenly noticing his nose felt like it was on fire, he reached up and touched it and discovered it was bleeding. Whatever. He hurried back where Cas was in time to see Emma triumphantly recuffing him. "You should really search these guys." She informed Greer, holding out a paperclip. "Also, you've got something on your face."
Greer stared at her. "Are you all right? What happened?"
Emma glanced at Cas, as if expecting him to answer.
|
|
|
Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 8, 2016 17:06:34 GMT -5
Cas blinked at Greer. "I am fine." he said after a moment, figuring that was what was expected of him.
|
|
|
Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 8, 2016 17:12:17 GMT -5
"Right." Greer looked from Emma to Cas, then back. "So how exactly did you get beaten by a ten year old girl, when your friend in there almost beat me into the ground?" He narrowed his eyes, mostly in confusion.
Emma looked at Cas, curious what his answer would be.
|
|
|
Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 8, 2016 17:20:57 GMT -5
"It helps when they have a gun." said Cas matter-of-factly. "And the man in the prison is not my friend."
|
|
|
Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 8, 2016 17:39:59 GMT -5
"You have a gun?" Greer turned to Emma, startled.
"No." Emma lied instantly, backing away.
"Where did you get it?" Greer demanded, taking a step forward.
Emma turned and sprinted away as fast as she could, an angry expression on her face. Greer glanced at Cas and hesitated, not wanting to leave him or Henry alone.
|
|
|
Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 8, 2016 18:43:53 GMT -5
Cas simply gave Greer an appropriately withering stare, offering no help.
|
|
|
Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 8, 2016 18:46:06 GMT -5
Greer let out a hiss between his teeth, frustrated. He turned and started after Emma, deciding she was the more immediate threat.
Emma ran directly towards the camp, bursting out of the jungle into plain sight.
|
|
|
Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 8, 2016 18:47:10 GMT -5
"Emma? Are you okay?" asked Reese, running towards her.
|
|
|
Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 8, 2016 18:51:12 GMT -5
Emma was breathing hard, she glanced up at Reese and ran a hand through her long, tangled hair. Then she looked over her shoulder just in time to see Greer appear, not running so much as jogging after her. She turned and tried to keep running, away from the jungle.
|
|
|
Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 8, 2016 19:31:45 GMT -5
Reese ran over to her and knelt down, gripping her shoulders. "Emma. Tell me what happened." He had switched his voice to an unemotional, rational tone, remembering what Emma had told him only a few days ago.
|
|
|
Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 8, 2016 19:36:27 GMT -5
Emma blinked, staring at him silently for a minute. Then she glanced at Greer, who had stopped before getting too close to Reese and Emma.
"She has a gun." Greer supplied, deciding it was best to get right to it. Emma glared fiercely at him.
|
|
|
Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 8, 2016 20:04:04 GMT -5
Reese hesitated, surprise crossing his features before he cleared it for Greer. "I know." he said. "I've been teaching her how."
|
|
|
Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 8, 2016 20:11:17 GMT -5
Emma looked sharply at Reese, anger replaced by surprise. He hadn't even known, she had made sure of that. Why was he lying?"
Greer blinked, evidently startled. "Excuse me?" He asked, raising his eyebrows in disbelief.
|
|
|
Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 8, 2016 20:18:44 GMT -5
Reese stood up, facing Greer. "She's learning how to protect herself. Today, she singlehandedly stopped a dangerous prisoner from escaping. I'd say she's a fast learner. Have a nice day, Sergeant." He turned and led Emma away by the hand, heading for his tent.
|
|
|
Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 8, 2016 20:23:22 GMT -5
"Wait, how did you know about that?" Greer demanded, looking extremely puzzled. He glanced around for help. All he got was a shrug from Young.
Emma allowed herself to be led away, former fury snuffed out by confusion. John had just told a deliberate lie, apparently to protect her. Wasn't he mad?
|
|
|
Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 8, 2016 21:07:57 GMT -5
Reese pulled Emma into the tent. "Harold has the hatch camera feeds on a laptop." he explained. "Want to tell me what you were doing down there?"
|
|
|
Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 8, 2016 21:12:54 GMT -5
Emma looked back at Reese, trying to collect her thoughts. "I was looking for something to do." She told him earnestly. "I thought maybe I could get the guard to give me a couple crackers."
|
|
|
Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 8, 2016 21:15:06 GMT -5
"I don't want you going down there again." said Reese intensely. "Do you understand? That man could've killed you."
|
|
|
Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 8, 2016 21:20:00 GMT -5
Emma looked at the ground, avoiding his eyes. "But there's nothing to do up here." She told him.
|
|
|
Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 9, 2016 16:32:47 GMT -5
(24 hours later)
Root was searching through her bags for the equipment she planned to use on Henry Gale. Sayid had agreed to try and keep things quiet, since he had approved of the plan.
Patterson was hard at work on the hatch computer, still trying to bring down the firewall.
|
|
|
Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 9, 2016 16:35:42 GMT -5
"What are you looking for?" Jane asked, approaching Root and glancing at the bag, green eyes wary. She had been told about Root's 'real' identity.
"Any luck?" Young was on guard, but there wasn't much to do and he was getting bored.
|
|
|
Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 9, 2016 16:39:16 GMT -5
"Michael's been gone ten days." replied Root, picking up her bag and starting to walk. "His son's been gone longer. It's time we started to get the upper hand on these people."
"Nah." said Patterson. "Whoever set this up really, really knew what they were doing. It's gonna take me forever to crack it without my equipment."
|
|
|
Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 9, 2016 16:42:35 GMT -5
Young made a sympathetic noise. "Well they did build this whole system, probably." He commented, hands in his pockets. "I wouldn't feel to bad."
"Meaning torture." Jane persisted, stone faced.
|
|
|
Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 9, 2016 16:59:12 GMT -5
"Meaning," said Root, turning briefly to face her, "it's no longer the FBI's concern, or jurisdiction. Your time's up, now we do it my way." She continued on her way.
Patterson shook her head, letting out a frustrated sigh. She continued her typing, bright blue eyes intensely focused. "If I can crack it, we might be able to learn something that'll help us."
|
|
|
Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 9, 2016 17:03:26 GMT -5
Jane glared after her fiercely. "We'll see about that." She muttered, turning and heading off to go find Mayfair. She'd stop this....hopefully.
Young nodded, understanding Patterson's frustration. "What about Root and Harold? They're pretty good with computers I think.
|
|
|
Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 9, 2016 17:07:23 GMT -5
"Root's CIA." said Patterson. "Sorry...didn't realize you hadn't heard yet, but yeah. Huge conflict of interest. And Finch has plenty on his plate."
Root headed off, disappearing into the jungle.
|
|
|
Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 9, 2016 17:13:31 GMT -5
Young looked startled. "CIA?" He repeated. "Wow....I didn't know." He suddenly realized that he'd just been chatting for about five minutes now, while she was trying to crack the entire hatch. "I should probably shut up now."
Jane stalked over to Mayfair. "Root's going to torture Henry." She announced.
Emma slipped quietly into the hatch, closing the door behind her. Cas had been on her mind ever since the incident yesterday, and she had to know what made him different from everyone else.
|
|
|
Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 9, 2016 17:18:20 GMT -5
Mayfair turned to look at Jane, just as furious as one would expect. "What?"
"No, it's okay." said Patterson, smiling. "It helps me concentrate if I'm chatting."
Cas was still sitting on the bed in the room across from Ben. He was sitting very still, as usual, staring at the wall.
|
|
|
Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 9, 2016 17:57:15 GMT -5
"She's going now." Jane turned and ran for the hatch, knowing Mayfair would follow.
Young grinned, relieved. "Well that's good. Anything to help out."
Emma walked slowly towards him, eyes wide and unblinking, expression nonexistent.
|
|
|
Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 9, 2016 18:02:56 GMT -5
Mayfair followed, stopping briefly at Finch's tent. "You need to help me get your friend under control." she said, angry but not at Finch. "She's just headed off to torture Henry Gale."
Cas frowned at her. "You shouldn't be here, little girl. Go find your father."
|
|