A pang of guilt runs through her at Monty's confusion, and she frowns sympathetically at the boy even as she moves to follow Bellamy's lead. She knows how this story could end, knows the moves of the players, but this time she's less frozen by guilt and fear. There's steps to take, actions to play out.
Eliminating Emerson might leave a bitter taste in her mouth, but it's the closest threat and the easiest solution. Her gun is clasped in her hand as she moves to the door.
"Okay," she nods, more for her benefit than for his. An impulsive thought takes over her and she quickly steps towards him, brushing a messy kiss against his cheek before moving to the door. Monty's out and out staring at them both again, mouth opened to pose a question that he never says.
Hand gripping the heavy handle on the door, she knows it will take more than just one hand to open it. Setting her gun on the ground, she kicks it over towards Monty, who bends down before picking it up. "Just in case." Turning her attention back towards Bellamy, she grips the handles. "On my count. One...two...three," she cranks it open, breaking the seal as she pulls with all her strength.
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Eliminating Emerson might leave a bitter taste in her mouth, but it's the closest threat and the easiest solution. Her gun is clasped in her hand as she moves to the door.
"Okay," she nods, more for her benefit than for his. An impulsive thought takes over her and she quickly steps towards him, brushing a messy kiss against his cheek before moving to the door. Monty's out and out staring at them both again, mouth opened to pose a question that he never says.
Hand gripping the heavy handle on the door, she knows it will take more than just one hand to open it. Setting her gun on the ground, she kicks it over towards Monty, who bends down before picking it up. "Just in case." Turning her attention back towards Bellamy, she grips the handles. "On my count. One...two...three," she cranks it open, breaking the seal as she pulls with all her strength.