Arctic Storm
Everything was not going according to plan despite being in a position that gave her the advantage. Stomping down on the panel when the lights went out, she gave him a lopsided grin, “Why are the bad guys always so cute—” Did he just say he’s not with them?
Well that’s embarrassing—
“—-Come again?” Flashlight shone in her face, she squints her eyes and glowers a bit, waving her hand to block out the bright beam, “Did you say you’re not one of them? So I don’t have to kick your pretty ass?”
Well, that certainly changes things.
“How do I know you’re not lying? Who the hell are you?” Crouching, she peers at him, gazing into his shadowed lagoon eyes with her own hazel orbs to try and figure out who he was. Every moment they spent there, however, was a moment closer to being caught, “They’re going to be here any minute y’know… So best be quick with those answers, amigo or we’re both gonna end up food for the undead.”
Just as she said that, a couple screens in the control room flicker on, flashing with pictures of armed men rushing towards their location.
"Ah, looks like the calvaries arrived.. If you’re not with them.. We ought to vamoose before they get here.” Smiling cheerily towards him, Tempy hops off the control before hitting another couple of buttons.
Self destruct sequence initiated..
“The rest of the prisoners are dead.. They injected them with drugs. S’why I managed to squeeze out.. Idiots actually fell for it when I acted like I was having a seizure. And don’t worry, this place isn’t gonna blow up just yet.. This’ll work as a nifty distraction so we can get the hell out of dodge.”
“Shall we, Mr. whatever-you-are?”
Well that wasn’t a comment that when unheard. The smirk that faintly worked his way to his lips was unstoppable as he curiously waited for the woman to back down. He wasn’t on there side— and now he had something to tease her about. “Not with the guys running this place.”
Leon gave a nod. Confirming her questions. However he knew those next couple questions out of her mouth were coming. Welp he had nothing to lie about honestly. But the woman certainly didn’t know that. He’d just have to prove it. “I’m with the D.S.O.” He started. “An agent— and I am aware. I just took a few of the loons out before I crossed paths with you. And with a place this big I’m sure they’ve got a lot of men stationed here.”
Eye flicker to the screens that flash back to life. Well is that wasn’t perfect timing he didn’t know what was. An old saying came to mind, speak of the devil and he shall appear. A scowl worked at the corner of Leon’s lips as his attention shifted back to the woman. Whoever she was.
What was she doing at that control panel?
—-Oh no.
“Self destruct. You set the self—” He wasn’t even going to finish his statement. A sigh is dragged from his lips as he listens to the woman’s brief rundown as to why she was still alive. That was believable. However Leon isn’t feeling all to confident about this bomb she just set in motion. “Well I’m glad to hear that— but I don’t want to take any risks with being blow into pieces. So yes, we shall, Mrs. Whoever-you-are.”
“Oh he flatters~” Temperance teases with a coy grin, “Glad you know talent when you see it.” She says as his foot catches the door to pry it back open, eyebrows lifted with arms folding lightly. Tilting her head a bit to the side, the redhead drinks him in for a long, rather bold moment.
“I could make it more difficult.” chuckling, she slaps the button again with an audible hiss and hum from the old lift. The mechanism kicks in, sending them upward towards her small apartment unit, “My rubber ducky army waits, Leon. I hope you’re prepared.” she teasing, making gun finger gestures towards him, “Pew pew.”
Click, click, click the lift slows to a stop and Temperance does the jazz hands motion, “What if we got stuck? This things been known to break down.. God forbid.. You and me stuck all alone.. together… Nobody watch’n.” smirking.
He was not paying complete attention to the woman— but he felt the burn of her eyes watching him. Rather intently he might add. Arms cross over the broad area of his chest, tucking together in a neat manner. So she was going to not only play this game; she was going to continue it. So be it then. The woman couldn’t have that much more of tricks up her sleeves then he had. He’d merely wait for the perfect moment to pull them out.
“Oh, I know you are more then capable of doing such.” Leon replied, watching as she pressed the button to her apartment’s floor. A sense of nervousness wavering over him at the aged hiss of the elevator. “You’re how old and you still have rubber ducks?”
Gunmetal blue hues flicker towards the doors as the little clicks meet his ears and the shoot slows to a stop. The agent hated elevators, and old ones at that. “That would be the last thing we need to happen— don’t talk about it or you’ll…” A frown tugged at the corner of his lips. “Exactly what would anyone be missing out on?”