It's a new story! Dana has her rocket launcher. It's for a rainy day, honest!
Un-beta'ed, so quibble away.
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Standing On My Own Two Feet
There really were times when Dana Faraday wished she had less self-control. This was one of those times. Really, it was.
If she had had less self-control, she'd have already used the rocket launcher Joan had so thoughtfully sent her a few weeks ago. (How Joan had managed to get it through customs—the postage said Algeria, which raised more than a few questions Dana wasn't sure she wanted answered—was a bit curious. Not enough for Dana to push the issue, though. She had asked.)
But if she'd had a little less self-control, the crazy stalker who thought he was a comic book character would be a smear on the pavement. As it was…
She stared at him, eyebrows raised. "You want what?" Dana asked again, setting the rocket launcher down. She knew it'd take half a second to get it up and ready to fire again if he tried anything. (At this range, she couldn't miss.)
"I need to get into ARK Corporation's holding cells," the vigilante rasped. Dana wondered if he knew that the rasp he was using to disguise his voice wasn't working. Not as well as it could have been, of course. (If her skills weren't so rusty, she'd have figured out who he was by now. As it was, she'd have to settle for "coworker familiar".)
"Of course you do," Dana muttered.
She'd have to call Travis. And she really didn't want to do that, especially not after what he'd said about her husband. There was also the option of Philips, but then she'd have to kill him and that would upset Kia to no end. That wasn't a good end to a solution. Then there was also the fact that Philips would probably call his boss. She'd have called Marty, but she'd done a damn good job of burning those bridges to ash. Not that that wasn't a good thing, but…
Damn.
Travis it was.
"Give me a few minutes," Dana grumbled, shouldering the rocket launcher. It wasn't a good idea to kill the vigilante. Yet, anyways.
Besides, Trip wouldn't understand if she did shoot his hero.
Damn.
Travis picked up on the second ring.
"Travis, could you meet me at…"
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