[ Her heart hasn't stopped pounding since the minute she set foot on Blaze's ship. Even after she'd successfully downloaded the files, even after she'd returned "safely" (for some value of "safe") back on board the prison ship, she still hadn't been able to calm her nerves, just waiting for Blaze to jump out and strike her down.
It doesn't happen.
Her memories had helped, oddly enough. Remembering the intel she'd gathered from Project Freelancer, the way she'd found a contact, transmitted it, and finally escaped the whole Project entirely...it helps. You've done this once, you can do it again.
Good thing she hadn't remembered, when Price first asked if she'd be willing to do this, that she'd died in the process the first time around.
She checks the hallway outside the Counselor's office once she gets back to the ship, but no one's around; not surprising, given how few of them are left. It's a lot easier to avoid running into people now. None of Blaze's robots are there either - no evidence of being watched - so she takes a breath, knocks on the door, and when the Counselor answers, enters the room.
She gets right to business this time. As soon as the door is shut and she confirms they're alone, she steps forward, laying the dogtags on the desk in front of him and meeting his eyes. A part of her is watching him, still wondering - will he recognize them? Does he know what she'd done? A larger part is still all but vibrating in mingled apprehension and triumph, leftover adrenaline still coursing through her veins. ]
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It doesn't happen.
Her memories had helped, oddly enough. Remembering the intel she'd gathered from Project Freelancer, the way she'd found a contact, transmitted it, and finally escaped the whole Project entirely...it helps. You've done this once, you can do it again.
Good thing she hadn't remembered, when Price first asked if she'd be willing to do this, that she'd died in the process the first time around.
She checks the hallway outside the Counselor's office once she gets back to the ship, but no one's around; not surprising, given how few of them are left. It's a lot easier to avoid running into people now. None of Blaze's robots are there either - no evidence of being watched - so she takes a breath, knocks on the door, and when the Counselor answers, enters the room.
She gets right to business this time. As soon as the door is shut and she confirms they're alone, she steps forward, laying the dogtags on the desk in front of him and meeting his eyes. A part of her is watching him, still wondering - will he recognize them? Does he know what she'd done? A larger part is still all but vibrating in mingled apprehension and triumph, leftover adrenaline still coursing through her veins. ]
I got it.
[ She doesn't even remember to call him "sir." ]