Isolated System | Nick + Prudence
Idiots. Prudence stared at the situation and slowly the facade faded away. She was going from playing the role to being who she really was. And the men that were there were hardly anything to be proud to work with. They were children pretending to be worth more than they were. She took a step back, taking in the situation and when the gun was brought in, her eyes widened a bit in alarm. She should have been able to just take him to where they had to be, this whole park idea was just making them look like they were trying too hard to get him.
Her own phone chimed in—and she took it out slowly to answer. “O’Haire.”
End it now and a new crew will arrive to pick you and Mr. Tillman up. Handle the bafoons. They are making a spectacle of themselves. The call ended right after she heard the woman’s voice on the other end. Her superior hardly ever called in times like these, but the situation at hand seemed to be embarrassing enough. Thankfully, it also served as a minor distraction. She kept things that were useful on her—like the small taser that was now in her hands.
The item sparked before she managed to move up quickly and with enough silence on her side to put it to the man’s neck and let it shock him. When the remaining men stared at her she could only hold out her hand for a gun. “I need it.” She said, and one of the men didn’t bother to care enough to think before putting it into her palm.
Shots were fired. Enough to wound them while another team handled their situation. Her job wasn’t to kill them. She wasn’t an executioner—especially to people that she worked with.
"Odd how small things such as this can have such a high voltage." She mused, looking down at the man before she sighed. "One spark is enough. I can’t kill you. Not yet."
The moment he felt the shock of the taser go through his system, whiting out his senses in a concentrated moment of high pain, Nick knew he'd made a mistake - he should've kept his eyes on her. Muscles cramping up due to the electricity having been sent through them, his knees buckles and he fell on his hands and knees letting out a groan. He shook his head, tried clearing his mind, tried fighting against it; body used to pain, though not quite this much - his neck feeling oddly numb and head feeling oddly light as the rest of him felt like it was on fire - he numbly heard more shots being fired. Not at him, though.
Letting himself roll onto his back, fingers still clamped around the butt of his own gun, Nick realised quickly enough that he would not get out of this without gaining at least a couple more orifices. The woman - whoever she was - seemed experienced enough with a gun; and his hand was still spasming slightly, not hard enough to prevent him from shooting, but hard enough to make him too slow.
He took a deep breath instead, trying to get air back into his lungs. It hurt. His heart was beating too fast and his head was spinning. Yet, Nick laughed. He laughed as he saw the look on the woman's face, calm, professional and cold; unconcerned to his situation - so different from the nervous, fearful woman she'd been before. "Should've gone with my gut feeling about you," he rasped, laughter tapering down to a chuckle.
