[ there's a note of relief in the way emma exhales, because the fact that faraday is going to drop it (at least for now) is a bit of a weight off her shoulders. she doesn't have the emotional wherewithal to deal with dragging this up verbally, to tell him why she's so intensely driven by this particular mission (and why she's also so thrown by it). she needs to focus all of her energy into her work right now, especially when she's so damn close to getting what she's wanted for years.
bogue is right there. within reach.
(she could walk downstairs and shoot him dead right now. and god, if that isn't all kinds of tempting, but she can't let herself think like that. by the book, that's what this has to be.)
and then—
there it is. these men can hardly go too long without finally getting down to the real reason they've come together, because it surely is not to discuss horse breeding and yoga.
there's negotiation of prices, of what's reasonable, what they'll settle for, and while they're extremely careful about their language while going over the deal, what they do finally give away is what emma and faraday really need:
a time and a place.
emma doesn't even hesitate to pull up the specified location on her screen: a big shipyard, filled to bursting with warehouses. more than good enough to load weapons and take them immediately out of the country.
the rest of their talk involves some underhanded pleasantries, but then they're clearly wrapping up, and emma finally slides one headphone off an ear to look over at faraday. the fire in her eyes is near vicious enough to set a man aflame, but there's that determination she's so known for. she's ready to finish this. ]
Maybe that fancy party was worth an evenin' after all.
[ because they have what they need, and while the drop is days away, they know the where and the when, and that's so much more significant than going in blind. ]
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bogue is right there. within reach.
(she could walk downstairs and shoot him dead right now. and god, if that isn't all kinds of tempting, but she can't let herself think like that. by the book, that's what this has to be.)
and then—
there it is. these men can hardly go too long without finally getting down to the real reason they've come together, because it surely is not to discuss horse breeding and yoga.
there's negotiation of prices, of what's reasonable, what they'll settle for, and while they're extremely careful about their language while going over the deal, what they do finally give away is what emma and faraday really need:
a time and a place.
emma doesn't even hesitate to pull up the specified location on her screen: a big shipyard, filled to bursting with warehouses. more than good enough to load weapons and take them immediately out of the country.
the rest of their talk involves some underhanded pleasantries, but then they're clearly wrapping up, and emma finally slides one headphone off an ear to look over at faraday. the fire in her eyes is near vicious enough to set a man aflame, but there's that determination she's so known for. she's ready to finish this. ]
Maybe that fancy party was worth an evenin' after all.
[ because they have what they need, and while the drop is days away, they know the where and the when, and that's so much more significant than going in blind. ]