Title: damsel in distress
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: none
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 195
Point of view: third
Prompt: Eliot, deadly silence
Sophie would tell her captors what fools they are, but they gagged her as soon as they grabbed her. They have men posted at every door and window, but haven't even glanced at the skylight. They have security feeds, but she's noticed that the hallways haven't changed in five minutes. Her team is already here.
Whoever these fools are, they're living out their last minutes.
Eliot doesn't like to kill. Everyone who's anyone knows that.
But dislike is different from not doing it, and he's just as good at killing as he is everything else.
These fools have guns. And Sophie, bound and gagged and bleeding from the knock to the head.
Sophie knows he must've not always been so good. Back when he was younger, just starting out—he had to've made mistakes. Been caught. But he's clearly a quick study, so those were single mistakes, ones he did not repeat.
Maybe if she weren't gagged and her head wasn't aching, she'd speak up when Eliot rappels through the glass roof.
As it is, she just closes her eyes and leans back against the wall, waiting until he unties her and takes her home.