Collateral Damage
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nell65Title: Collateral Damage
Fandom: La Femme Nikita
Summary: Bathtubs can be used in many ways. Posted in response to the Bathtub Challenge II over on the LFN Storyboard II and cross-posted here.
There is no time to work with any finesse, so this will have to do. You drag the target's girlfriend into the bathroom, your fingers twisted tight in her hair, and force her down to her knees, holding her there as you reach over to turn the faucets as far open as they will go, then closing the drain so the tub will begin to fill. The girlfriend tries to scramble to her feet, so you jerk her off balance so she falls flat, hard on her hip and her elbows, then drag her up again by her hair to a height more comfortable for your arm.
The rest of your team finishes securing the flat as you listen with half an ear to Birkoff's voice from Section, calling the beats until you are sure that the girlfriend is the only one left alive on the premises. The girlfriend keeps struggling and screeching, so you bang the side of her head into the edge of the tub, and tell her to shut up or you will do it again.
Her fingernails keep fighting for a hold on your wrist, but the long sleeves of your jacket and your leather gloves defeat her. She does stop screeching.
When the tub is full enough you turn off the water. Using your grip on her hair, you force her face up toward yours. You give her one more opportunity to tell you where her boyfriend has gone. When she spits up at you, you lift her slight, wriggling body up just enough that you can force her over the edge, and then you plunge her head under water. You do it again, and once more. She splashes and wiggles and her long hair flings water around the room each time you haul her head out of the bathtub, getting you and the floor wetter and wetter. The third time you drag her head out of the tub, you ask, politely, for the location you want.
This time she doesn't spit, she just shakes her head in defiance, coughing and sucking in air, so you repeat the sequence, but this time you hold her under longer, each time. Twice more you ask, twice more she refuses. So you lean close to her head and say, "next time, I'm not pulling you up. I will hold you under until you drown, because you are no longer any use to me."
"Lisbon. He's in Lisbon," she gasps.
You say, "If he is not in Lisbon, you will die. By drowning."
Then you stand and shove her dripping body to the closest team member, who scowls at you for getting him wet too. You ignore his glare and say, "Take her in. Don't dry her off."
You turn and catch sight of yourself in the mirror over the vanity. The entire right arm of your new black suede jacket is soaked, as are your trousers from where you knelt in the water splashed out the tub.
Good thing your Section credit cards have no limits, you think, because the jacket will never be the same.
Fandom: La Femme Nikita
Summary: Bathtubs can be used in many ways. Posted in response to the Bathtub Challenge II over on the LFN Storyboard II and cross-posted here.
There is no time to work with any finesse, so this will have to do. You drag the target's girlfriend into the bathroom, your fingers twisted tight in her hair, and force her down to her knees, holding her there as you reach over to turn the faucets as far open as they will go, then closing the drain so the tub will begin to fill. The girlfriend tries to scramble to her feet, so you jerk her off balance so she falls flat, hard on her hip and her elbows, then drag her up again by her hair to a height more comfortable for your arm.
The rest of your team finishes securing the flat as you listen with half an ear to Birkoff's voice from Section, calling the beats until you are sure that the girlfriend is the only one left alive on the premises. The girlfriend keeps struggling and screeching, so you bang the side of her head into the edge of the tub, and tell her to shut up or you will do it again.
Her fingernails keep fighting for a hold on your wrist, but the long sleeves of your jacket and your leather gloves defeat her. She does stop screeching.
When the tub is full enough you turn off the water. Using your grip on her hair, you force her face up toward yours. You give her one more opportunity to tell you where her boyfriend has gone. When she spits up at you, you lift her slight, wriggling body up just enough that you can force her over the edge, and then you plunge her head under water. You do it again, and once more. She splashes and wiggles and her long hair flings water around the room each time you haul her head out of the bathtub, getting you and the floor wetter and wetter. The third time you drag her head out of the tub, you ask, politely, for the location you want.
This time she doesn't spit, she just shakes her head in defiance, coughing and sucking in air, so you repeat the sequence, but this time you hold her under longer, each time. Twice more you ask, twice more she refuses. So you lean close to her head and say, "next time, I'm not pulling you up. I will hold you under until you drown, because you are no longer any use to me."
"Lisbon. He's in Lisbon," she gasps.
You say, "If he is not in Lisbon, you will die. By drowning."
Then you stand and shove her dripping body to the closest team member, who scowls at you for getting him wet too. You ignore his glare and say, "Take her in. Don't dry her off."
You turn and catch sight of yourself in the mirror over the vanity. The entire right arm of your new black suede jacket is soaked, as are your trousers from where you knelt in the water splashed out the tub.
Good thing your Section credit cards have no limits, you think, because the jacket will never be the same.
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Date: 2005-09-21 09:44 am (UTC)Yes, one of the seemingly immutable M characteristics is his wardrobe, but I've never really put much thought into how he got it. And yet, when we see the photo of him as a student, he's just as scruffy as everyone else we know that age. So what's the transformation?
(waves an idea in your general direction...)