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That's because I've got forward momentum. There's no virtue in it. It's just a balancing act. I
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That's because I've got forward momentum. There's no virtue in it. It's just a balancing act. I
don't dare stop. | |
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"Have I ever told you you're an an angel?" He can't quite seem to catch his breath yet, but that come-down from fast-penta is a dizzying slide, and the interrogation left him feeling completely wrung out. He hadn't managed to pull the Shakespeare trick this time around, but he's sure he threw them enough with his reaction. He wriggles in anticipation, antsy and jittering. "Fairly certain my mother would too, and she's an actual theist. Where's the rest of the crew?"
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"Don't worry, we're as safe as we can get here." Which isn't that safe, but Lara had been through. A good amount of the blood hidden in the black of her clothes is not her own. "They're detained. Not here, they're safe. Something about suspended action, needing clearance. Bel couldn't tell me everything, but they did say it was Barrayar political caste garbage." She technically wasn't part of the crew after all and she was very much not part of ImpSec.
The cuffs open with a sharp clack and Lara tosses those aside, moving back around. "Think you can walk?"
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"Wait, you're alone?" He shakes out his hands with an alarmed look up at her. He hops out of the chair to reach his hands to her shoulders -- he seems to sway a little, but he's more or less steady on his feet. "Er -- if the rest of the Dendarii are behind meters of admittedly effective Barrayaran political red tape, how'd you get in here?"
Probably shouldn't be his prior concern. He should probably be focusing on the fact that his identities have gotten this crossed, and Simon's going to be all kinds of pissed -- but right now, he'll focus on the little details.
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"I walked mostly," she said, smiling a little, perhaps a little too at ease for a young woman who's just fought and killed her way through a base. She was mostly pleased to see Miles in one piece, "I might have been here sooner, but my ride broke down."
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"Your ride?"
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"Sort of mine. I borrowed it from Imperial Security, in a manner of speaking." Even when Miles regains his footing, Lara keeps her hands at his waist, "You're sure you're not hurt?"
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"Nothing all that bad," he says, testing his weight, and finds himself steady enough, even if he hasn't yet caught his breath. "Fast-penta just does a hell of a number on me. I think we'd better get moving, eh?"
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She nods, but waits a few moments more til he's steady on his feet. "There's what looked like a communications room not far from here, just down the hall."
It's an eerily quiet hall and tho Lara is sure she'd cleared the building, she still keeps the crowbar in hand.
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"Thought I saw that when they dragged me in here," he pants, limping alongside her. "If I can get any of the outgoing coms working -- I think I've got an override that'll work -- then we can get the hell out of here, and I can start filling out the paperwork for that groundcar." Because lord, will there ever be paperwork. Miles is struck with a sudden, hypo-hysterical giggle. "I really had hoped to introduce you to my boss under better circumstances, Lara, I promise."