If we lose one of our best agents, it will have been because you were careless. "Not sorry, Des," Deacon shot back, turning briefly to Desdemona, "But she needs to hear this."ĭeacon turned back to Glory and his tone took on an eerie calm, "If the Operative dies today it will be your fault. "Deacon!" Desdemona interrupted, "Stand down!" "I expect you to admit that you made a mistake!" "I expect you to exercise some common sense!" Deacon shouted, throwing his arms up. "I do my best," Glory argued, "What did you expect me to do? Let the mutant kill me?" "Because the great Glory, the Railroad's angel of death is incapable of fault." The route was supposed to be safe so of course I let my guard down!'" He recited irritably. "'I had to kill that guy, he was strung out and screaming. "It always is, it's never your fault," Deacon mocked.
"If he died it today, it would have been your fault." "I don't know what you're talking about." Glory turned away from Deacon. " I don't disagree," Deacon clarified, "But you don't just think he's going to think he's fine. "How could you disagree?" Glory asked, "You've seen what he's capable of." "Well of course you'd tell yourself that." Deacon scolded her, sounding somewhere between angry and exasperated. "He's is a tough old bastard," Glory reminded them all, "He'll be fine." "We can't take any chances, he's too valuable." "If the Operative lives that long," Desdemona argued. "We must wait until morning," Carrington demanded, "It is too dangerous to go searching at night." "You were having a nightmare," Piper explained as Curie wiped the sleep from her eyes.Ĭurie sat up to find the Railroad leadership nearby, but their talking turned to yelling, and soon there wasn't a person in the church that couldn't hear their conversation The Raider seemed to rethink his plan, and plunged the knife deep into her gut. She was alone in this world, well and truly alone. The raider cut lightly along Curie's throat, not enough to kill but enough. But with Allen gone, there wasn't a team to trust. "Bet your bodyguard's not here" The Raider taunted, sliding a knife down Curie's chest.Īllen had told her to trust her team. "You're a screamer," he growled, a wolfish grin spreading on his face, "I'm going to take my time with you." Curie would have retched at the smell if she had time to process it.
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