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It doesn't count as accusing her of being a POA if she let Darius draw his own conclusions, right? Right. That's her story, and she's sticking to it. "Fuck, indeed." She leaned an elbow on the counter, watching the man pace about. Snorting a bit, she shook her head. "I didn't even want to...

The fact that Darius knew something that he maybe shouldn't was even more interested than the tools (though, those were supremely tempting). "I doubt they would believe me if I told them you gave it to me," Alaska said, but she relaxed her shoulders and leaned her elbows on the counter. "For...

She said nothing, watching Darius move around her room. She did, however, make sure there was a distance between her and him. Morrigan had always been a bitch, but in Alaska's short time here, she'd never expected Morrigan to attack her. Darius may seem kind, but he was still a handler, and she...

Alaska pulled at her turtleneck. It was uncomfortable and suffocating, but best not to walk around with the bruises left by Morrigan. There was a slight pause as she assessed Darius, before sighing and stepping back to let him in. "Alright, then," she allowed seeming unhappy about it. It wasn't...

In the days that passed since her handler's attack, Alaska had kept largely to herself. She'd yet to decide what to do with this new information, but she also didn't want to risk running into Morrigan. Who knew what would happen. Thankfully, there hadn't been any more violent visits to her...

She blinked, nodding her head and watching Morrigan leave. It wasn't until the other woman was gone, and Alaska was picking herself up off the ground that she saw the frozen spike next to where she'd been. At first, there was a moment where she realized how close she'd come to losing her life...

Alaska flinched away from the presumed hit. When it didn't come and the anger faded to astonishment, she cracked open her eyes and squinted at Morrigan. It became clear that, for whatever reason, Morrigan wasn't going to continue this sudden angry attack. Lying beneath her handler, genuinely...

Alaska's lunge forward was halted as she was yanked backward by the hair. The wind knocked out of her as she landed on her back, and for a moment she lay there stunned, trying to remember how to breathe. "What is your problem?" She shouted, attempting to roll onto her side so she could try and...

What the fuck was happening? Alaska crouched down, holding a hand to her throat and taking in a big lungful of air. Instincts told her to run, but the need to breathe was greater. She grabbed the book she'd been reading and flung it at Morrigan. "I don't know what you're talking about," she...

This is what she gets for playing it cool, honestly. Instead of paying close attention to her handler, Alaska was so focused on giving off an 'I don't give a fuck' attitude that she missed Morrigan's approach and suddenly found herself flung against the wall, a hand to her throat. "What?" She...

Alaska felt the anger before moments before her door was rudely kicked open. She jumped, the book in her hands dropping to the floor as the empath blinked at the door to find her handler standing there infuriated. Straightening her posture, she plucked a piece of fabric from her pants and stared...

The ride back was silent from Alaska's end. She had a lot to think about, what with the stolen lighter and sharp piece of glass. The glass made her nervous, and it was a chore sitting still and staying focused. The lighter she'd hidden away in her secret pocket, but it was heavy enough that a...

Alaska bent to help Beck get Morrigan on the makeshift stretcher. As she did so, she spotted a broken piece of glass. Part of it was still smooth, but there was a jagged edge. This, too, was tucked into her sleeve and she worked to be careful not to poke herself as she moved her arm. "Story of...

Alaska gave Beck an 'all yours' gesture. She could assist with carrying, but honestly, the woman was a little lacking in the muscle department, and it might be easier for him to do it on his own. Instead, she worked to make sure that they had everything they had brought with them. As far as she...

Sneaking! That's what she was good at. She could easily get by unseen. Probably. It was hard to say when she didn't know where they were, but Alaska took the lighter from Beck, wrapping her fingers around it. Nodding her confirmation, she started to move when everything suddenly... stopped. Was...

Alaska's short legs struggled to keep up with Beck. Running was something she was alright at, though usually, she was running away from the danger not toward it. Still, for every step he took, she was taking two or three, even at a sprint. Especially at a sprint. She let out a little snort...

Her stomach felt sick, twisted in knots. She didn't want to find the others, but she knew that they had to. Nodding, Alaska turned away from the woman, following Beck out the door, pausing to glance back before stepping over the threshold. What's done is done. There was no use in dwelling on it...

Honestly, she should have seen that coming. Alaska was the one holding the gun after all. Still, she blinked at Beck in surprise and then stared back at the woman. Clearing her throat, she swallowed hard and approached. There was a slight shakiness to her hand as she aimed it at the creature...

Blinking, Alaska tightened her fingers around the gun. She tried to picture a similar scenario with Morrigan in Beck's place. Would she have offered the weapon back, then? Would Morrigan have let her keep it? It was hard to say. Once Beck was back on his feet, she stood sticking close by in case...

Alaska didn't think about it. The gun landed near her, and the next thing she knew, it was in her hands. Not that she needed it any longer. Their attacker had morphed into a person; she lay motionless before them, no longer a threat. For a moment, she considered freedom, but only for a moment...