Lucinda swaps her machete for her bowie knife, leaves the shiv behind, takes out the head guard--Deep Voice--in his office, and then two more door guards, so she’s covered in blood, but still unharmed. The spy won’t look at the corpses.
They stand in the alley, outside the prison, as the spy changes into a slave uniform.
“You can come with me, if you’d like,” Lucinda offers, wipes her knife on the back inside of her dress, where the stain won’t show so much. The dress is really a total loss at this point anyway, but it feels right to try to hide any more blood.
“I can get out, from here,” the spy says. “I’m plenty capable of getting to where I need to be now that I’m not in a locked room without a lockpick or a weapon.” She tightens the belt on her potato sack.
“Will you be able to get along without a weapon?” Lucinda reaches for the machete--it’s too big, too slashy for what she might still need to do, no use hauling the extra weight now. The spy shakes her head.
“I do better without one, but thank you for the offer.” The spy nods, scans the street past the alley.
“Good luck getting back to the NCR.”
“Thanks. Good luck to you, in whatever you plan on doing.” The spy turns, without another word, and trots down the alley, disappears around a corner. Lucinda waits for a long minute before going the opposite direction.
She makes it ten steps out of the alley, down the street, before the freedom hits her all at once, and a raven circling above her--maybe hers, maybe wild--reminds her.
Strix.
Strix made this happen, and now she’s unbound by the Legion’s rules and regulations.
She tries to map where he would be, and where she could get him alone, and she takes off down a side street.
Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (106/109b)
They stand in the alley, outside the prison, as the spy changes into a slave uniform.
“You can come with me, if you’d like,” Lucinda offers, wipes her knife on the back inside of her dress, where the stain won’t show so much. The dress is really a total loss at this point anyway, but it feels right to try to hide any more blood.
“I can get out, from here,” the spy says. “I’m plenty capable of getting to where I need to be now that I’m not in a locked room without a lockpick or a weapon.” She tightens the belt on her potato sack.
“Will you be able to get along without a weapon?” Lucinda reaches for the machete--it’s too big, too slashy for what she might still need to do, no use hauling the extra weight now. The spy shakes her head.
“I do better without one, but thank you for the offer.” The spy nods, scans the street past the alley.
“Good luck getting back to the NCR.”
“Thanks. Good luck to you, in whatever you plan on doing.” The spy turns, without another word, and trots down the alley, disappears around a corner. Lucinda waits for a long minute before going the opposite direction.
She makes it ten steps out of the alley, down the street, before the freedom hits her all at once, and a raven circling above her--maybe hers, maybe wild--reminds her.
Strix.
Strix made this happen, and now she’s unbound by the Legion’s rules and regulations.
She tries to map where he would be, and where she could get him alone, and she takes off down a side street.