?Look, it wasn't nothing I ain't done before. I was at a place and there was a dog I didn't see, wound up backing up into him and falling over him like some kind of three stooges skit, fell on my wrist and cracked one of tah bones a tiny, tiny bit." That was what she had told Ford and for what it was worth, with the lack of details, it was the truth. It had happened like that.
The details, if they were to be given, made the story seem a little different than her telling but there was nothing in her description that was inherently a lie. As far as she was aware there was only one person that had sorted out all the details and was very unhappy about the fact she had handed him that same explanation of the situation. Jacks, when he got angry, cut a terrifying figure when he was aiming those too-blue eyes at you with a look of disappointment and that edge of threat that meant he was about to do something to you to demonstrate his disappointment.
It was nearly a month ago that she had her little accident, she called it an accident but the only accidental thing about it was that she hadn?t meant to get caught sneaking around where they had found her sneaking around. She still wasn?t sure who it was that had caught up with her, their generic calls of ?You, now we?re going to make you pay for what you did.? shed no light on who it was or which of the many transgressions she had performed in her life had caught up to her that night.
It had brought to mind the movie The Princess Bride and how very polite it was for Inigo to not only give his name but to tell the six-fingered man which of his many ill-deeds was about to be paid for with blood. ?My name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die!? It was clear, concise and left little room for misinterpretation. ?You, now we?re going to make you pay for what you did?? How the hell was she supposed to know what they meant by that?
The place was what was listed as an abandoned building but had so much net noise that Summer had, against her better judgement -- something that seemed to be MIA lately -- had gone to check it out in person. Some things just were easier, or faster to clear up if you just got off your ass and took a look-see.
What she found was a neat little Summer trap that worked like a charm. It didn?t take her long to realize that the equipment that had been set up in the basement of the abandoned building was transmitting all the noise she had picked up, and it was just as clear to her that it was there for the purpose of drawing her out. There was a lesson in this, her curiosities had become predictable it seemed. The men that were shouting at her were coming from behind her, blocking her egress and putting her in a bit of a bind, the room she was in was small and had a single door that was about to be filled by random men shouting ?you!? at her.
Using her implant she pulled up blueprints of the building and confirmed she was pretty screwed. With a sigh of frustration she sent out a text to Jacks, it was short and sure to bring him into the building. She knew he had followed her, not that she saw him, he was a sneaky bastard like that, but she knew none-the-less that he was nearby. The text just said. ?Whoops. One way out, blocked by angry mob.?
Next came the part with the dog. She really hadn?t seen it coming, she suspected that was because it was a weredog thing, perhaps a werewolf but it went so quickly it was hard to tell. Her intention had been to turn and make for the corner of the room, it would be harder for them to flank her at least and she still wasn?t sure what form the making her pay was going to take. There was a flash of motion and something rammed against the back of her legs and then she was going over its bulk and flying toward the floor with gravity being its usual 'helpful' self and accelerating her body toward the hard cement below. Being the graceful, delicate flower she was she had landed on her left hand. It struck at an odd angle and between the pain that lanced up her arm and the soft *crack* she heard she knew that something went wrong with landing, the Russian judge was definitely going to be docking points for that one.
She might have considered panicking at that juncture if it wasn?t for the fact that there was another flash of motion and then the air left her lungs as an arm wrapped around her waist and hoisted her up over his shoulder. It was the scent of him that told her, beyond any doubt, that it was Jacks moving at his more-than-human speed. She caught a glimpse of the men falling back under a barrage of quick sucker punches thrown as he dragged her from the room and toward one of the side doors. The dog, wolf, were-thing was close on their heels but Jacks was faster, even hauling a slightly squirmy woman on his shoulder.
All-in-all her description to Ford had been accurate, just... lacking in the details. He had seemed like he had his own worries on his mind and it wasn?t like anything more than a small fracture had resulted from the stupidity of following her curiosity without reconn?ing the place first.
She had been very honest about the fact that Jacks would tranq her, get the cast put on and then sit sentinel to make sure she didn?t saw the thing off when it became inconvenient. So... all the important facts were given. Admittedly there was a small, itsy bitsy part of her mind that told her that she should be ashamed whoring the truth out that way, but if it eased everyone's mind, why not?
The details, if they were to be given, made the story seem a little different than her telling but there was nothing in her description that was inherently a lie. As far as she was aware there was only one person that had sorted out all the details and was very unhappy about the fact she had handed him that same explanation of the situation. Jacks, when he got angry, cut a terrifying figure when he was aiming those too-blue eyes at you with a look of disappointment and that edge of threat that meant he was about to do something to you to demonstrate his disappointment.
It was nearly a month ago that she had her little accident, she called it an accident but the only accidental thing about it was that she hadn?t meant to get caught sneaking around where they had found her sneaking around. She still wasn?t sure who it was that had caught up with her, their generic calls of ?You, now we?re going to make you pay for what you did.? shed no light on who it was or which of the many transgressions she had performed in her life had caught up to her that night.
It had brought to mind the movie The Princess Bride and how very polite it was for Inigo to not only give his name but to tell the six-fingered man which of his many ill-deeds was about to be paid for with blood. ?My name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die!? It was clear, concise and left little room for misinterpretation. ?You, now we?re going to make you pay for what you did?? How the hell was she supposed to know what they meant by that?
The place was what was listed as an abandoned building but had so much net noise that Summer had, against her better judgement -- something that seemed to be MIA lately -- had gone to check it out in person. Some things just were easier, or faster to clear up if you just got off your ass and took a look-see.
What she found was a neat little Summer trap that worked like a charm. It didn?t take her long to realize that the equipment that had been set up in the basement of the abandoned building was transmitting all the noise she had picked up, and it was just as clear to her that it was there for the purpose of drawing her out. There was a lesson in this, her curiosities had become predictable it seemed. The men that were shouting at her were coming from behind her, blocking her egress and putting her in a bit of a bind, the room she was in was small and had a single door that was about to be filled by random men shouting ?you!? at her.
Using her implant she pulled up blueprints of the building and confirmed she was pretty screwed. With a sigh of frustration she sent out a text to Jacks, it was short and sure to bring him into the building. She knew he had followed her, not that she saw him, he was a sneaky bastard like that, but she knew none-the-less that he was nearby. The text just said. ?Whoops. One way out, blocked by angry mob.?
Next came the part with the dog. She really hadn?t seen it coming, she suspected that was because it was a weredog thing, perhaps a werewolf but it went so quickly it was hard to tell. Her intention had been to turn and make for the corner of the room, it would be harder for them to flank her at least and she still wasn?t sure what form the making her pay was going to take. There was a flash of motion and something rammed against the back of her legs and then she was going over its bulk and flying toward the floor with gravity being its usual 'helpful' self and accelerating her body toward the hard cement below. Being the graceful, delicate flower she was she had landed on her left hand. It struck at an odd angle and between the pain that lanced up her arm and the soft *crack* she heard she knew that something went wrong with landing, the Russian judge was definitely going to be docking points for that one.
She might have considered panicking at that juncture if it wasn?t for the fact that there was another flash of motion and then the air left her lungs as an arm wrapped around her waist and hoisted her up over his shoulder. It was the scent of him that told her, beyond any doubt, that it was Jacks moving at his more-than-human speed. She caught a glimpse of the men falling back under a barrage of quick sucker punches thrown as he dragged her from the room and toward one of the side doors. The dog, wolf, were-thing was close on their heels but Jacks was faster, even hauling a slightly squirmy woman on his shoulder.
All-in-all her description to Ford had been accurate, just... lacking in the details. He had seemed like he had his own worries on his mind and it wasn?t like anything more than a small fracture had resulted from the stupidity of following her curiosity without reconn?ing the place first.
She had been very honest about the fact that Jacks would tranq her, get the cast put on and then sit sentinel to make sure she didn?t saw the thing off when it became inconvenient. So... all the important facts were given. Admittedly there was a small, itsy bitsy part of her mind that told her that she should be ashamed whoring the truth out that way, but if it eased everyone's mind, why not?