The Preserve, Sunday Afternoon

May 17, 2015 15:52

Hanna had secured Hardison, but not taped his mouth shut or anything. No reason to. Out in the Preserve, there was no one to hear them. She did keep the gun on him, though ( Read more... )

ms. parker, mr. hardison, a future in assassination, the preserve, mr. spencer, teal deer and their love of speaking

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vdistinctive May 18 2015, 00:01:09 UTC
Eliot had just come back to find Hardison again after his chat with Derek, only to find Hardison's tablet lying abandoned on the table.

And now his phone was ringing. He checked the number, saw it was Hardison's, and tried to tamp down the hollow feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"Hardison. You forgot your tablet, man."

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hexentotchen May 18 2015, 00:02:50 UTC
"He didn't forget it." Hanna turned the phone to take a photo of Hardison, tied to a tree, and sent it. She waited, and then said, "Say something, Mr. Hardison."

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age_of_the_geek May 18 2015, 00:04:22 UTC
Hardison just looked at her, raised an eyebrow, and stayed silent. He wasn't going to make this easier for you, Hanna.

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hexentotchen May 18 2015, 00:06:29 UTC
Well, Mr. Spencer already had the photo. She supposed she didn't need any other recordings for proof of life, really.

"Your husband has not been harmed. You'll be able to retrieve him in a half an hour, at the circle of stone angels in the woods." She paused. "I don't need to tell you to come alone, do I?"

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age_of_the_geek May 18 2015, 00:52:07 UTC
"--I'm just sayin', this is a terrible plan. Believe me I know all about terrible plans? Remember the idea I had for teachin' a class that involved makin' people talk to one another? That was a damn fool plan ( ... )

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hexentotchen May 18 2015, 00:54:44 UTC
Hanna had quite a bit of patience, but 27 minutes of non-stop chatter and guilt-tripping had just about used it up. She finally stopped walking, now that the ring of angels was back in sight, and turned around to say, "Shut. UP."

Then stopped, looking gobsmacked. "What on earth...?"

At least thirty teal deer looked back at her, blinking their eyes as they trailed behind Hardison, Their Speaker For This Evening.

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age_of_the_geek May 18 2015, 01:07:47 UTC
"Oh them?" Hardison shrugged, as best her could. "I'd explain but you just told me to shut up. Which was rude, but who am I to complain? Just the guy that's been tied up an' dragged around an' used as bait. But, hey! If you don't want me talkin' I ain't gonna talk. I'll just stand here, nice an' quiet, an' you can figure out the deer by yourself."

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vdistinctive May 18 2015, 01:16:07 UTC
The tracker had let them know the clearing with the angels was clear long before they made it that far into the preserve, allowing Eliot and Parker to hatch a plan. Eliot couldn't help but grin a little at the noise Hardison made as they made their return approach, though. His husband never did know when to shut up. It was one of his more charming traits.

Eliot stood in the center of the clearing, leaning on one of the angels, his hand loose on the end of his cane. "Time's up, darlin'!" he called. "Why don't you come out here and we can work this out?"

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