Moreau's Revenge - 002
Moreau let other people underestimate Eliot. If they got themselves killed it wasn't his problem. Granted, he had underestimated Eliot as well. His men had let him down. But that was behind him now. More or less. The Russian's still owed him. Having them pick up Eliot just saved him the trouble of loosing men or of Eliot catching on before it was
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Eliot shouted back to the closing door, "Can't say the same. Fuck you, Moreau!" Okay, it was impulsive and utterly stupid, but with his arms feeling like they would dislocate anytime and Moreau talking about being rude, Eliot was tired of the pretenses. He held no illusions that the laundering devil will let him get out of this without paying for his life, and this chitchat just sickened the hitter.
Not to mention Moreau's earlier words rattled him to the core. If Moreau intended to use him as bait to lure the others out, and Nate, stupid Nate, didn't know to stay away for his own good, Eliot's presence could end up bringing the whole team down.
No, he must escape. Or even if he can't right now, be prepared in case the opportunity arises.
He started by forcing his fingers to wrap around the chains above the manacles, and gasped as shocks of pain traveled up and down his arm from his shoulders. Still, he made the effort to pull himself up, just an inch or two, just so he could release the weight off his abused wrists and shoulders.
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When the door opened again, it was Cole who stepped through it, a sour look on his face.
He couldn't understand why Moreau wouldn't just let him leave Eliot strung up the way Cole had put him. Who cared if the hitter lost the use of his hands? Cole certainly didn't. In fact, it would have been an added bonus.
His teeth set uncomfortably, the sniper made his way over to Eliot's side, reaching up to knock the chain down a few links. Just enough that the hitter's restrained feet fell flat to the floor. A bit more leeway than was intended, given that Eliot had pulled himself up some.
"Don't see why he doesn't just kill you. I would have."
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Eliot released his grip on the chains just before the door opened and nearly bit through the inside of his cheeks to keep from making a pained noise. Yet the pain of pressure on his wrists was nothing compared to that on... everything when Cole let down the chains.
After hanging for an unknown number of hours, his feet folded beneath him when he came down. Gravity prevailed as he kept falling past the point of standing and was stopped only by the sudden jerk of his shoulders as the length of chain locked again above his hands. He gasped then, and it took a few seconds before the hitter could turn the pained sound into a wheezing laugh.
Several seconds more and he managed to drag his feet out from under him so he --oh God, his arms!-- remained upright independent of the chains above. His limbs sagged against the manacles for support.
He didn't have anything to say, but throughout it, he continued laughing because he knew it got to Cole.
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