06-12-2016, 06:11 PM
Abner's eyes set on hers, and then he looked over at Ron. He couldn't tell who was the cause of the trouble, but that damn camera in his face was making the ex-soldier a little bothered. He thought better of handing the sniper back to Christa, who for one, had her hands full.
"Christa, hey," Abner said in greeting, meeting Ron's eyes threateningly. He saw the broken phone. He saw the rage hot on her face, and he saw the malicious intent on her eyes, all of which had hesitated when he walked into view.
"Christa is it? Well I hope you don't mind but I got all of that on camera. Will you-" The man with the burgundy suit was about to propose that she answer a few questions, then thought better of it, but it was too late.
WHAM! right in the face. And oh, justice was sweet. A punch like that wasn't the kind that any man could talk himself out of. Luckily for him, he had seen it coming, and had started to move backward, still, the knuckles on her fist had glided just over his cheek and straight into his eye. Abner's eyes widened, he wouldn't have wanted to, nor been able to cease the assault on the secondary. Christa straightened herself up, feeling redeemed. "Wrong place, wrong time, Ron." He'd taken the blow like a good sport, and fallen a few feet away from where he had unknowingly caused her to do the same.
The temperamental prime might've kept swinging had it not been for Abner, who swiftly whispered something into her ear, in order to avoid another altercation. With some reluctance, she put down her fist, and carefully met his eyes. "Fine," she muttered, "I guess I'll see you on the news, Ron." And after that punch, she knew she would be on there too. Good, that would mean that Katia's captor had seen it too, now maybe he wouldn't beat her sister to near-death, for that way she'd still live, and he'd still have his leverage. That was Christa's worst fear. And those were the stakes. For Christa, once, had endured torture, and would have never wished it on anyone, not to mention, the only family she had left.
Meanwhile, Abner looked down at the newsman, and stifled a chuckle as he walked on with Christa. The clock showed that it was five minutes till. Not enough time for her to summon a new phone, with the history of the number he had called from. Though Christa was sure it was Katia's number, that one may have been disconnected after their first arrangement anyway. Instead, Christa quickly ripped open the unopened envelope and in it, was the picture of a young girl, Katia's age. She had black hair and blue eyes, the girl looked too thin for her age, which Christa could only guess was around twelve.
"Who's that?" Abner asked coolly, testing the waters which Christa was wading. Apparently, with the brush of broken plastic which had dug into her palms like thorns, Christa seemed a little less frustrated and a little more tense.
"My reason for being here," She said openly to him while she turned the picture around, "Hmm, I don't see a name... All I know is I have to find her, Abner, Katia's life depends on it. And I won't lose her again."
"Christa, hey," Abner said in greeting, meeting Ron's eyes threateningly. He saw the broken phone. He saw the rage hot on her face, and he saw the malicious intent on her eyes, all of which had hesitated when he walked into view.
"Christa is it? Well I hope you don't mind but I got all of that on camera. Will you-" The man with the burgundy suit was about to propose that she answer a few questions, then thought better of it, but it was too late.
WHAM! right in the face. And oh, justice was sweet. A punch like that wasn't the kind that any man could talk himself out of. Luckily for him, he had seen it coming, and had started to move backward, still, the knuckles on her fist had glided just over his cheek and straight into his eye. Abner's eyes widened, he wouldn't have wanted to, nor been able to cease the assault on the secondary. Christa straightened herself up, feeling redeemed. "Wrong place, wrong time, Ron." He'd taken the blow like a good sport, and fallen a few feet away from where he had unknowingly caused her to do the same.
The temperamental prime might've kept swinging had it not been for Abner, who swiftly whispered something into her ear, in order to avoid another altercation. With some reluctance, she put down her fist, and carefully met his eyes. "Fine," she muttered, "I guess I'll see you on the news, Ron." And after that punch, she knew she would be on there too. Good, that would mean that Katia's captor had seen it too, now maybe he wouldn't beat her sister to near-death, for that way she'd still live, and he'd still have his leverage. That was Christa's worst fear. And those were the stakes. For Christa, once, had endured torture, and would have never wished it on anyone, not to mention, the only family she had left.
Meanwhile, Abner looked down at the newsman, and stifled a chuckle as he walked on with Christa. The clock showed that it was five minutes till. Not enough time for her to summon a new phone, with the history of the number he had called from. Though Christa was sure it was Katia's number, that one may have been disconnected after their first arrangement anyway. Instead, Christa quickly ripped open the unopened envelope and in it, was the picture of a young girl, Katia's age. She had black hair and blue eyes, the girl looked too thin for her age, which Christa could only guess was around twelve.
"Who's that?" Abner asked coolly, testing the waters which Christa was wading. Apparently, with the brush of broken plastic which had dug into her palms like thorns, Christa seemed a little less frustrated and a little more tense.
"My reason for being here," She said openly to him while she turned the picture around, "Hmm, I don't see a name... All I know is I have to find her, Abner, Katia's life depends on it. And I won't lose her again."
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