Betty Ross walked a determined pace along the sidewalk, holding her notes and purse snugly under her arm. The weather looked about to turn inclement so she wanted to get home as soon as possible. There was an uneasy feeling carried on the wind, a typical California phenomenon called a Santa Ana. Betty was a little more uneasy as she walked, distracted by her thoughts of work.
She was so distracted in fact, that when she saw an opportunity to hail a cab, she ran right into a man exiting one of the many clubs on the strip. Her papers all went to the sidewalk. "Oh no!" Betty scrambled on her knees to try and collect them before the wind could take them too far to catch.
She was so distracted in fact, that when she saw an opportunity to hail a cab, she ran right into a man exiting one of the many clubs on the strip. Her papers all went to the sidewalk. "Oh no!" Betty scrambled on her knees to try and collect them before the wind could take them too far to catch.
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Date: 2013-03-19 03:42 am (UTC)From:Once they got to the Captain's cabin, they restrained Lamont to a chair but the boss kept his gun trained on Betty. Banking on the fact that the man wouldn't do anything while the woman was in shooting distance. "Sorry for the inconvenience, but we're on a tight schedule." Betty is sat down forceibly at the desk, a piece of paper and pen put in front of her. "I want the new polymer you've been working on."
Betty knew she couldn't give it to him. But as she's pausing for a suitable answer, the man points his gun at Mr. Cranston. "You start writing or in five seconds, I'll be putting a bullet into your friend here. And every five seconds after that." Betty wasn't willing to give up someone's life for a scientific discovery. She clutched the pen worriedly before starting to scribble something as slowly as she dared.
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Date: 2013-03-19 05:18 am (UTC)From:Finally the weapon is pointed at him, and he keeps that impassive expression on his face as he eyes up the gun, the hand holding it, and then the boss. A glance over to Betty tells him she's stalling for time, but it won't work for long, which is why he's working his hands free again. He's trying to work quickly, because Betty's tactic is working, but it won't stay that way for very long.
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Date: 2013-03-19 05:28 am (UTC)From:"Faster, please," the boss sets the barrel his gun against her head to motivate her. Betty can't help the pen wavering as she tries to accommodate.
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Date: 2013-03-19 05:39 am (UTC)From:He willed the underling to bend to his command, but it wasn't an easy task. Precious moments were wasted, but if that gun wasn't turned away from Betty, Lamont couldn't make a move without threatening her life. Slowly he could feel the thug's mind bend, but it was requiring intense concentration. He had to hold off on giving the command to attack the boss until he could be certain the thug would follow through, but it would only be a moment more until he could start the cascade of events.
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Date: 2013-03-19 05:56 am (UTC)From:The boss is staring dumbly for a moment at the thug before raising his gun at the man as the fog lifts, and he realizes what he's just done. He makes panicked motions, begging for his life as the boss snarls and fires.
That, is Lamont's cue as he frees his hands at last, and makes a desperate dive at the boss, both men dropping to the floor and getting into a grapple for the gun in hand. Lamont could have gone for the other weapon, but he's more concerned that the boss would start shooting wildly in the room, endangering Betty. At least this way, he can work to control where the gun is pointed, even if it occasionally wavers dangerously toward himself.
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Date: 2013-03-19 06:51 am (UTC)From:"I'm much better off than they are." He nods with a wane smile at the thug and the boss who lay on the floor. "We need to move." He is well aware of the urgency, thugs down below would be expecting shots, but might still come to see a grisly scene, or to help with the cleanup. Transitioning the weapon to his good arm, he leads the way for the door.
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Date: 2013-03-19 06:56 am (UTC)From:It was still a moonlit night outside the door but the guards were coming back towards the Captain's cabin. Betty ducked down slightly, not sure which way to run. The moment they got up the stairs, they would be seen.