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Getting stabbed apparently took a lot out of her. That, and the drugs she was taking for her leg.
Revy came to stand next to him as he hung up the phone, finished talking with Dutch.
"We've got a plane to catch, partner."
She didn't even say it mockingly. It sounded as if she might actually mean it.
"Yeah," Rock told her, turning to face her more directly, "Dutch says we've got a serious shipment of guns coming in that we're supposed to deliver for a client the day after tomorrow. He wants us back in Roanapur as soon as possible to help out with it."
"That's Dutch for you. Always business- just can't wait." She glanced down at her right leg, now encased in a hybrid walking cast they'd managed to pick up from a medical supply store, "Lot of good I'm gonna be, though. Can't even climb stairs that well with this god damn thing. Least you don't have to be able to run a marathon to be able to shoot someone..."
"Or, if they'll hold still long enough, you could always beat them to death with that crutch..." Rock commented darkly, before checking the time. Revy looked at him for a second, then grinned.
"Yeah, there's that. I'll have to keep that in mind."
It had already been three days since the dock-side duel between her and Ginji- gun versus sword, respectively. You'd think it'd be a no-brainer who'd win, but it turned out to end quite badly for both of them. A bit worse for the katana-wielding Yakuza thug, though. He caught a bullet through the throat; she only caught his sword through the leg.
Withing minutes, Revy had been taken to a nearby hospital and stitched up by an expert team of trauma surgeons. There'd been a lot of damage done to both muscle and tendons, but they'd been able to repair most of it successfully. Released into general care, she'd been cleared just the day before, with advice from the staff to stay off that leg for at least three weeks, and that she'd most likely need physical therapy if she wanted to regain full use of it in the future.
Obviously, she'd ignored the first, and was probably going to ignore the second as well. But that was Revy for you: Stubborn to the core, even if it killed her.
"C'mon. The flight leaves in twenty minutes."
Rock turned and headed towards the security checkpoint farther down. Revy had agreed and already mailed her cutlasses back via air-mail after a brief discussion with him back at the hotel. It wasn't like they needed, after all this, to be labeled as terrorists and have to explain to airport security why they were trying to board a flight out of the country with a pair of fully-loaded large-caliber handguns.
They made it through security without incident, other than the officer with the magnetic wand doing a full body scan on Revy; mostly due to the cast she was wearing, much to her annoyance.
Gate twenty-five was a long way down- near the end of the north wing concourse. As they walked, Rock could tell Revy was in discomfort, her leg bothering her more than if she was standing still, even with the pain-killers. She would never admit it though- never complain- just grit her teeth and bear it. For her, admitting weakness was social suicide. Same for pretty much everyone else living in Roanapur, or just with a similar background to hers.
They timed it perfectly. making it just in time for the final boarding call for the flight from Tokyo to Bangkok. Even though they'd cut it really close, they still ended up having to stand in line for several minutes, slowly inching along before they could eventually take their seats. Revy seemed to be contemplating taking a swing at the person in front of her, and Rock shook his head subtly when she glanced back at him briefly. Her eyes narrowed, but she apparently took the hint and refrained from starting a fight there in the isle.
Finally making it to the assigned row first, Revy moved all the way over th the seat farthest from the small walkway, "I get the window..." she told her companion.
Rock just nodded, "Yeah, sure."