>>5338344“Ghengis?! Corbeau?” She tries again, this time more desperately. Like you expected, there’s no answer. “Anyone?”
After all of that false bravado, her begging and pleading honestly looks pathetic. It’s enough to make that secondary part of you quiet down, and you heave a sigh of relief as the buzzing subsides.
<span class="mu-i">But man, this is getting old.</span>
“Stay awake.” You command, shutting her right up, because you’ll need Valjean to fish any info she might have out of her when he’s done on the ground.
Still, she continues to glare daggers at you, and, if you tug her hair a little harder, that’s neither here nor there.
“Got something I can call you…” You start none-too-kindly. “Otherwise, I can make something up if you like.” And, boy, you have a whole laundry-list of stuff you could call her.
“J-Jezebel,” She croaks out. “I’m not the leader– I swear!”
“Well guess what, <span class="mu-i">Jezebel,</span> you’re not getting out of this scot-free,” You tell her, getting out the handcuffs. “You’re going to sit tight until my friend comes back.”
Along with the handcuffs, as if to add insult to injury, you tie her up with her hair as well. In her current state, Jezebel dares not to try anything, black makeup running down the sides of her face.
“Hey Pharos, how are things going on the ground?” You put your finger to your comm, and you see her eyes bulge at the mention of his name. Guess there are some perks to hauling a former terrorist around.
>(2/3) 