[This isn't her style - the part where they're about to get up close and personal with a very real physical threat. Not that she thinks she can't hold her own (she's older now, but she gets her shots off at close range too), or that she doesn't trust Jack to get her the range she might need. This, cornering a target and the target knowing it isn't her wheelhouse. That's why she can't shake the unease crawling under her flesh, she tells herself; it has nothing to do with the brief glimpse she'd caught of Gabriel behind his mask all those months ago, and it has nothing to do with the fact that once she would've trusted the man as implicitly as she does the one beside her now.
But it's fine. She's here to make things better, not worse. She likes to imagine it won't come to that.
(She'll kill an old friend if she needs to. She doesn't need to make peace with that for it to be true. --Though cn he even die now?, a smaller part of her might wonder if she let herself.)
Doing anything but jumping Gabriel with her pistol drawn might be irrational, but she's determined to not unholster the handgun until absolutely necessary. Which is why when she steps up to make her way down from the safehouse's roof by way of the rickety old fire escape, Ana is empty handed. It's all right. She can draw pretty quickly if pressed.]
Always a gentleman, Jack.
[Will Gabriel try to run? There's only two of them and no one on the safehouse's door. They could've run a tripwire in the hall, but he's fully capable of drifting straight through one now isn't he? No, if he wanted to he'd be gone already, she thinks as she swings her leg over the ladder and descends quickly and quietly to the correct landing.
There's a window there - locked, of course, though it takes no effort to bypass it. Maybe that's on purpose too. No matter. She raises it in its framw, let's the warm Turkish air murmur past her into the room, then slides in after it with a soft clack of her boot heels.]
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But it's fine. She's here to make things better, not worse. She likes to imagine it won't come to that.
(She'll kill an old friend if she needs to. She doesn't need to make peace with that for it to be true. --Though cn he even die now?, a smaller part of her might wonder if she let herself.)
Doing anything but jumping Gabriel with her pistol drawn might be irrational, but she's determined to not unholster the handgun until absolutely necessary. Which is why when she steps up to make her way down from the safehouse's roof by way of the rickety old fire escape, Ana is empty handed. It's all right. She can draw pretty quickly if pressed.]
Always a gentleman, Jack.
[Will Gabriel try to run? There's only two of them and no one on the safehouse's door. They could've run a tripwire in the hall, but he's fully capable of drifting straight through one now isn't he? No, if he wanted to he'd be gone already, she thinks as she swings her leg over the ladder and descends quickly and quietly to the correct landing.
There's a window there - locked, of course, though it takes no effort to bypass it. Maybe that's on purpose too. No matter. She raises it in its framw, let's the warm Turkish air murmur past her into the room, then slides in after it with a soft clack of her boot heels.]