Nate and Eliot are rushing through the hotel hall at top speed. The others are in trouble and they have to get there in time. They have to save their team. They get to the door and they both don't even bother with guessing about the key. Eliot kicks the door in to the point where it actually bends off its hinges and sweeps to the floor. The room is in complete chaos with upturned furniture and blood spattering in some spots. There's a broken chair in the middle of the kitchen and the television and mirrors have pretty bad cracks in them. They don't notice this though. No, they don't notice the signs of a struggle for salvation. There's a body on the floor. That's what they notice.
"Sophie!" Nate screams and Eliot swears that the air just vacated his lungs of its own accord.
"Sophie!" Nate calls out again as he magically appears right beside the grifter. It's not a very good sight. She's lying there with her eyes open and a cord wrapped delicately around her throat. Her body isn't quite blue but it's getting there which seems to be the only sign Nate needs. He starts checking for a pulse and yanks that chord off her neck faster than any man who was trained in it ever could. His mouth is breathing into her before Eliot even has time to realize what's going on. The hitter checks her pulse and can't help the sick feeling in his stomach at the lack of movement under his fingertips. Her heart wasn't doing a very good job of beating at all.
"Come on!" Nate shouted as he tried to get the grifter to breathe, "Come on, Soph! Don't you leave me now! Breathe, dammit!"
"Nate," Eliot's voice called through the fog that was starting to develop, "She's gone. We need to find the others."
"Breathe!" Nate shouted louder at the grifter again and again as he tried to get her lungs working again.