[ Vasquez keeps his eyes keenly fixed on the door, his ears waiting for any hint of footsteps or otherwise. Mercifully, applying the tracker isn't an arduous task, and once Faraday gives the all-clear, some of that alert tension eases out of Vasquez. ]
Then let's get going.
[ Like he said, the sooner they get free of this party, the sooner they can loosen these ties and finally shrug off the overly formal masks they've worn all night.
This time, Vasquez takes point heading back. The hall is still quiet, and when they return to the bodies of the guards, they haven't budged. They shouldn't be out for much longer, and they'll just wake up confused with some mild headaches.
Vasquez steps around a splayed leg, pausing to nudge an arm with his loafer.
Nope, still out.
Vasquez is still alert – both thanks to his training with Statesman and his life before – but he's also more at ease, knowing they've accomplished their goal for the night and that they won't have to go back and deal with insufferable smalltalk anymore.
He glances back at Faraday as they make their way down the hall towards the smoking lounge. He still keeps his voice low, because he's not an idiot. ]
What were you thinking for your drink—
[ But he stops short as the sound of a doorknob turns down the hall. ]
no subject
Then let's get going.
[ Like he said, the sooner they get free of this party, the sooner they can loosen these ties and finally shrug off the overly formal masks they've worn all night.
This time, Vasquez takes point heading back. The hall is still quiet, and when they return to the bodies of the guards, they haven't budged. They shouldn't be out for much longer, and they'll just wake up confused with some mild headaches.
Vasquez steps around a splayed leg, pausing to nudge an arm with his loafer.
Nope, still out.
Vasquez is still alert – both thanks to his training with Statesman and his life before – but he's also more at ease, knowing they've accomplished their goal for the night and that they won't have to go back and deal with insufferable smalltalk anymore.
He glances back at Faraday as they make their way down the hall towards the smoking lounge. He still keeps his voice low, because he's not an idiot. ]
What were you thinking for your drink—
[ But he stops short as the sound of a doorknob turns down the hall. ]