There's not much to be done about the blood still on his pants, but at least now with a bandage in place Sinclair can keep from adding to it.
He pulls his belt tight and--
...what was that.
He freezes, listening hard.
Clink clank, clink clink, clank
"Amaaaaziiing graaaace..."
Sinclair reaches for his gun, listening as the woman breaks into a sob, unable to carry her tune. She sounds pathetic, utterly broken, mournful to the point of wrenching the slightest smack of pity from Sinclair.
But he knows that sound.
He looks up to the ceiling, scanning every visible inch. There's nothing, despite the clinking drawing nearer.
He pulls the gun from its holster and cocks it, praying again that it's still functional after being totally submerged in water for several minutes.
Clink clink, clink clank
And then it stops.
"Is that you?"
Shit.
He scans the ceiling a little faster, but by the time he spots her she's already dropped to her feet.
"I'll break you!" she shouts, throwing a hook that chips into the wall beside his head.
He aims as she runs at him, aims...aims...aiming...
In seconds she's in front of him, nearly on top of him, screaming that he's a traitor and she takes a swing at him but POP
The impact of a bullet in her forehead sends her spilling back onto the tile, finally quiet.
Now if Sinclair can just control his damn heart rate, jesus christ.
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He pulls his belt tight and--
...what was that.
He freezes, listening hard.
Clink clank, clink clink, clank
"Amaaaaziiing graaaace..."
Sinclair reaches for his gun, listening as the woman breaks into a sob, unable to carry her tune. She sounds pathetic, utterly broken, mournful to the point of wrenching the slightest smack of pity from Sinclair.
But he knows that sound.
He looks up to the ceiling, scanning every visible inch. There's nothing, despite the clinking drawing nearer.
He pulls the gun from its holster and cocks it, praying again that it's still functional after being totally submerged in water for several minutes.
Clink clink, clink clank
And then it stops.
"Is that you?"
Shit.
He scans the ceiling a little faster, but by the time he spots her she's already dropped to her feet.
"I'll break you!" she shouts, throwing a hook that chips into the wall beside his head.
He aims as she runs at him, aims...aims...aiming...
In seconds she's in front of him, nearly on top of him, screaming that he's a traitor and she takes a swing at him but POP
The impact of a bullet in her forehead sends her spilling back onto the tile, finally quiet.
Now if Sinclair can just control his damn heart rate, jesus christ.