Well. Either Hell is a lot different than all the priests she ever knew made it out to be, or this isn't Hell. And if it's not Hell, then she's not dead. And if she's not dead, then he's not dead. And if he's not dead...
[He glanced about at their surroundings.. All of it just too real to be any Hell he could have imagined. Too damn real. There was a shocking disappointment creeping into his skull at that.
And he chuckled dryly, the sound rough as it peaked.]
She isn't sure exactly where "here" is, but...
Well. Either Hell is a lot different than all the priests she ever knew made it out to be, or this isn't Hell. And if it's not Hell, then she's not dead. And if she's not dead, then he's not dead. And if he's not dead...
Bullets should work.
It's very tempting.]
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It's not as if he's unaware of what could be going through her head.
It's more than likely he's right on the money.
But he can't say he doesn't hope for one outcome over another.
One with less bullets.
Slowly he inhales, and speaks.
Call it testing the waters....if the waters were teeming with man-eating piranhas. ]
Lieutenant.
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[Ice.
Voice, eyes, posture. All rigid. Frozen.
Except for her hand. The gloved fingers extend and contract slowly, her wrist flicking ever so slightly.
Every instinct is on fire. Kill or be killed.
The gun easily within reach-- the big cat ready to strike out with its claws.]
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Too damn real. There was a shocking disappointment creeping into his skull at that.
And he chuckled dryly, the sound rough as it peaked.]
We're not dead are we?
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[The words were muttered under her breath as her eyes narrowed, and her hand rested against the holster of her gun.
She didn't draw, though. Mostly because...
Well. She had the aim for a head-shot. But he had the speed to get off two bullets for any one she fired, and even if he only fired at the chest.
She'd make sure he knew she had her gun, but she wouldn't strike. Not yet.]
Doesn't fit any definition of Hell I've ever heard.
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