When he's scraping together what's probably the first of his last two bites left, and thinking a whole mess of other things. That she got off fine. That her plane leaving was far easier than his original plane getting back here. That that isn't all that important or new to him, no matter how much Danny looked pissed and shot when he was told.
That Cath and Danny, and what they need to know, is so vastly different.
Cath wouldn't be all that surprised he walked away from from a plane crash that bad, trekked through the jungle taking people out as needed, and still brought the idiot, who got away, in. Maybe could have even guessed the consideration of shooting him between the eyes that hadn't existed for more than a flicker of a second.
But that wasn't the only thought. No. Oily and sideways and sliding cold in with it, is that thought about how everything had been pretty regimentally on track with her leaving. All things in accordance.
All security checks. No distractions. That everything had been fine.
Until she left the ground, while Danny was saying those words.
What the evidence said. Which went against the statements of everyone there. Settled like an irritable itch between his shoulder blades, where he just couldn't reach to make it be quiet or leave everything else alone. When he could ask her, again. But they have her statement from the night, and he was there for that.
There's something like tar sticking his lips together, tense hold set even when his jaw isn't set. When all he does is focus on taking those two bites, and eating the end of the box of the food in his hand. Thinking about those minutes racing into that room, again. Cath and Doris already there, both wide-eyed. Wo Fat already gone.
Danny's voice, like the wind through it all, three bullets were in the floor.
No, I'm saying, why didn't she kill him when she had the chance?
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Date: 2013-01-20 04:49 am (UTC)When he's scraping together what's probably the first of his last two bites left, and thinking a whole mess of other things. That she got off fine. That her plane leaving was far easier than his original plane getting back here. That that isn't all that important or new to him, no matter how much Danny looked pissed and shot when he was told.
That Cath and Danny, and what they need to know, is so vastly different.
Cath wouldn't be all that surprised he walked away from from a plane crash that bad, trekked through the jungle taking people out as needed, and still brought the idiot, who got away, in. Maybe could have even guessed the consideration of shooting him between the eyes that hadn't existed for more than a flicker of a second.
But that wasn't the only thought. No. Oily and sideways and sliding cold in with it, is that thought about how everything had been pretty regimentally on track with her leaving. All things in accordance.
All security checks. No distractions. That everything had been fine.
Until she left the ground, while Danny was saying those words.
What the evidence said. Which went against the statements of everyone there. Settled like an irritable itch between his shoulder blades, where he just couldn't reach to make it be quiet or leave everything else alone. When he could ask her, again. But they have her statement from the night, and he was there for that.
There's something like tar sticking his lips together, tense hold set even when his jaw isn't set. When all he does is focus on taking those two bites, and eating the end of the box of the food in his hand. Thinking about those minutes racing into that room, again. Cath and Doris already there, both wide-eyed. Wo Fat already gone.
Danny's voice, like the wind through it all, three bullets were in the floor.
No, I'm saying, why didn't she kill him when she had the chance?