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[Isobel Nakano]

"Yep," Isobel breathed in response. She jangled her bruised and, in some places, bleeding or burned arm in its new bracelet. "Yep, that's... good."

Isobel took Val's hand and struggled to her feet. Her legs felt weak, hardly able to support own weight, but fear compelled her. "Tell me you brought a speeder," Isobel panted as she moved with Val towards the door. They made their way down the hallway toward the stairs, then down them. In her compromised state, she still felt situationally aware enough to watch for guards. The place seemed more or less deserted; in the distance she could hear a few men talking, the muted sound of laughter and bravado echoing from the other side of the compound.

One of the voices made her blood run cold. The warm laughter in his voice wouldn't have been out of place in a swanky cocktail party or a torture chamber.

Harlow.

"He's over there," she whispered, nodding towards the source of the noise. The bay doors stood ajar in the opposite direction, the way [member="Val Pellian"] had come in. Miraculously, somehow, the way was clear. Five minutes later, Isobel settled into the passenger side of Pellian's speeder. As he peeled -- well, not rubber, but repulsors, Isobel guessed -- into the sky, Isobel looked over her shoulder as the warehouse complex shrank into the distance, a sense of foreboding settled over her, oppressive and cold.

"This isn't over," she murmured.

 

[Thaddeus Wyse]

[member="Isobel Nakano"]

There was a part of him that wanted to take the opportunity.

Harlow didn't know yet.

This would be the time to end him. Another opportunity might not show up, especially once he figured out how Val got through his defenses. They'd be patched up. Any other infiltration effort would be that much harder. Graham would probably murder him for not taking this shot. Hell, Val was going to murder himself after all was said and done. The issue was simple.

Isobel was next to him.

Wounded, hurt, if he started a firefight here? There was a large chance she'd be dead by the end of it. Right now his priority was simple: recover the asset. This time around that was Isobel.

"We will get him next time." He grunted, before leading the way out of the building and towards his speeder. In no time whatsoever they were gone. Already picking up speed in the air and putting that nightmare behind them. For now anyway. Isobel apparently felt the same way, echoing his thoughts within a moment. For a bit Val remained silent.

Mulling it all over.

"No, it's not. He stepped over the line today. The Order doesn't forget things like this."