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Post by Franciska on Oct 3, 2012 20:56:01 GMT -6
"Do they now?" He was right. That was interesting. So they finally had their own medic huh? Good. Maybe at least the BLUs could now possibly pose half a threat for once. Now that she knew, Fran was quite eager too meet them, on or off the battlefield.
She chuckled lightly at his second statement. "Well they'd have to be if you got in." She wasn't coming out completely empty-handed from this line of questioning, but it certainly wasn't going where she wanted it to. In only she had been more decisive when the subject first arose, then he wouldn't have had so much time to fabricate an alibi. "So was that all?" Fran didn't make it clear whether she meant when he did in the BLU base or what he descovered.
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Post by Zacharie on Oct 3, 2012 21:50:51 GMT -6
“Oh you know. Just a little intelligence. You wouldn’t be interested.” He waved dismissively, taking a drag off his cigarette as he did so. It was incredibly difficult for Zacharie not to brag about getting away with Cecil’s personnel files. He was still very proud of that fact, but it would have to wait. But for how long? How long before he’d have to eventually ask her about the contents of that cabinet. He had plans to back during the shopping trip but, well, that was blown out of the water.
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Post by Franciska on Oct 3, 2012 22:04:55 GMT -6
"I wouldn't?" Fran turned in her chair to face him, flashing a furtive smile. "Try me." Really, he had to have come up with more than that. A second or two ago she was almost, almost willing to accept his story at face value. At the very least, everything Zacharie said added up. But just now, the way he tired to pass it off as nothing set the alarm bells ringing once again. How much deeper would she have to dig to find what she was searching for. The thought hadn't exactly occurred to her yet, but what if she didn't like it?
Fran supposed there was no way of knowing until she had an idea of just what it was he was hiding. Could it be something about their teammates? Or their employers? Not knowing was simply not an option; like any good scientist, she wasn't stopping until she had her answers.
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Post by Zacharie on Oct 3, 2012 22:19:31 GMT -6
Oh no, wait. He accidentally used reverse psychology for something he actually didn’t want her to know. Zacharie cursed to himself in his thoughts, it showed a little bit on his face in the form of a furrowed brow, his grin dimming slightly. He could tell she knew that he was hiding something; he could see it in that little smile of hers. He damned that smile, he damned it and admired it all at the same time.
“Per- I mean, files.” His gut twisted at the mistake he just nearly made, but he bounced back without missing a beat. “Related to those blueprints I found in their briefcase.”
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Post by Franciska on Oct 3, 2012 22:51:03 GMT -6
"That's right. I nearly forgot about those. They were definitely planning something." Fran wasn't to keen on rushing to give him another opportunity to make fun of her about not being able to read the blueprints properly. Brushing a few windswept hairs away from her face, she twisted around and rested on the arm of the chair.
"I wouldn't say that's too much of an immediate danger though. Whatever it is, they don't seem to have made any progress on it to far." The crease on his brow was a good sign; something she said clearly struck a nerve. "And secret weapon or not, I've really come not to expect too much from the BLUs. Their briefcase has pretty much taken up permanent residence at out base as of late."
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Post by Zacharie on Oct 3, 2012 23:00:51 GMT -6
“It certainly has, hasn’t it?” He took that as another compliment, looking rather content with himself now. Although Fran seemed pretty confident about what she was talking about, Zacharie certainly hoped she didn’t ask for any details. The unfortunate truth is that the weapon was a lie from the start, just a ruse to try and rustle her feathers a bit about not knowing much about weaponry.
Now it’s just lies upon lies, don’t get too swept up in it now. “It’s nothing to worry about, I assure you.” Zacharie ashed his cigarette in a tray he brought out with him as an excuse to avoid eye contact with her.
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Post by Franciska on Oct 4, 2012 6:32:11 GMT -6
Really, how did she expect to outwit a professional liar? At the moment, Fran was completely out of ideas. Somehow, she was feeling okay about it however. Perhaps she was starting to feel content with just sitting an chatting, with no hidden pretenses. Either way, she'd accepted the fact that she wasn't going to get anything out of him today. Fran stretched out her cramped legs and settled more comfortably once again.
"Yeah. I bet it's not." Fran said about the blueprints, nodding her head. Equally unwilling to make eye contact, she busied herself by examining her fingernails. The dark red paint was already chipping pretty badly, but she was used to that. Between her work in the medical ward and her time on the battlefield, her nails were usually ruined unsurprisingly quickly. Luckily, she found painting them to be relaxing so she never really cared one way or the other.
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Post by Zacharie on Oct 4, 2012 12:31:24 GMT -6
She had dropped the offense pretty quickly, Zacharie was a little surprised. He sat on one side of his chair, still facing her. He decided to leave his cigarette burning in the tray, smoke idly rising from it. The spy watched her for just one quiet moment, enjoying a rare moment of peace between them. Perhaps it could be used to his advantage.
After all, he didn't want his careful planning to go to waste.
"Fran," He said calmly, thinking about how rarely he used her name in conversation. "I'm afraid I have a confession to make." He looked down at his gloved hands. Specifically his right hand, holding it in his left and flexing his fingers a little. "I was the one who looked through your office cabinets." He paused for the illusion of sincerity. "I was looking for bandages. I cut my hand while practicing. I didn't want anyone to know."
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Post by Franciska on Oct 4, 2012 21:21:50 GMT -6
The sound of her own name coming from the spy's mouth instantly caught her attention; so few times had she ever hear him speak it. It gave his words far more weight to her than even he might have anticipated. Fran was, quite literally, on the edge of her seat at the mention of a confession. She listened tensely until Zacharie was finished, then then sat for a moment in contemplative silence. So he snuck into her office? The thought alone brought with it a mixed bag of thoughts and emotions. Was the cabinet all he searched through? Could his hand be infected? Why must he always be so selfish? If he was hurt, why couldn't he just come to her?
Before she could even think about stopping it, Fran burst into near uncontrollable laughter. "You cut your hand? You? With your own knife?" It was too perfect really. Here he was, a man who thought himself perfect, who hurt himself in the dumbest, most embarrassing way possible. No wonder he was so reluctant to come to her for help, he probably anticipated this kind of response. The image of the smooth, calm spy clumsily fumbling around with his own weapon of choice had he gasping for breath before she was finally able to regain her composure.
"So that's what you were hiding? You just didn't want me to know you hurt yourself?" She said, a jovial smile stretching between her thoroughly red cheeks.
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Post by Zacharie on Oct 4, 2012 21:42:04 GMT -6
“It’s a matter of pride, shush, you.” He shook his head with a grin, looking down at his hands. Zacharie didn’t quite expect such a vibrant reaction from her, in fact it was a little overwhelming. But it was worth it, the potential embarrassment and the likelihood that everyone in the base would soon know was more than worth it.
“Accidents happen, even to perfect people like moi.” He continued with a bit of a harsh tone to his voice, but he found it hard to hide his own little smile in response to hers. Shaking his head, he gripped his hands together, but winced visibly in pain. “Although, I was hoping it wouldn’t be so sore still.” Zacharie said with a pained chuckle, shaking his right hand a bit as if it would help.
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Post by Franciska on Oct 5, 2012 9:46:26 GMT -6
Perfect? He better slow down if he didn't want her to start laughing again. Fran patted a hand against her cheek, which was becoming sore from her outburst. "Still though, you didn't have to go digging for bandages yourself! I would have gladly helped you."
Her grin turned mischievous. "And if you hadn't lied about it, I wouldn't have given you nearly as hard of time as I'm going to now." She shifted in her chair until she was on her knees and her elbows sat on the armrest. Reaching a hand towards him, she said, "Come on, let's see it then."
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Post by Zacharie on Oct 5, 2012 18:00:55 GMT -6
"Because I am fully capable of taking care of myself." He said as he gestured to himself. "Also you can tease me all you want, but I still did nothing wrong." He waved dismissively before he removed the glove from his right hand. It was very rare for him to be without his gloves, much less one. They were what helped detach himself from the outside world. Without them he would leave finger prints behind, which is the worst mistake a spy could ever make.
And sure enough, the palm of his hand was wrapped tightly in a white bandage. He held his hand out her, the bandage appeared to be clean and tidy. It stretched from the base of his index finger to his lower palm. It was difficult to tell if the actual cut was as big as the bandage. Not without removing it at least. It was fastened together neatly with a clip.
"Well?" He asked expectantly.
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Post by Franciska on Oct 5, 2012 18:33:48 GMT -6
"Hmm." Fran inspected the bandaged hand, gently turning it over to see both sides. "I must say, you've done a fine job..." Wait, she wasn't interrogating him anymore, there was no need for any more compliments. She quickly cleared her throat and corrected herself. "I mean, you did well enough. For a non professional like yourself." Despite the adequate care it seemed to have revived, she certainly wasn't going to let this go until she looked at the wound itself. Personal differences aside, she wasn't about to let someone under her care end up with an infected hand because they were too proud to ask for help.
"Would you mind if I take off the bandage?" Her hand already hovered over the clip, anticipating his response.
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Post by Zacharie on Oct 5, 2012 20:32:59 GMT -6
“Of course.” He responded, watching her inspect his bandage work. Zacharie at least knew how to do that much, first-aid training from his time in-service before he joined RED. But he knew only that much, if it was something too serious he would have gone to her. That is, if he wasn’t trying to use it to his advantage.
As Fran unwrapped the bandages the revealed that there was indeed a diagonal lengthwise cut down his palm. It looked almost five days old, the fact that it was still healing meant it was a relatively serious cut. There were no signs of infection, but perhaps the fact that he kept it covered constantly and even continued to engage in battle and daily activities with that hand would also be a factor.
Zacharie seemed relatively okay with her examining his hand, when usually he would be tense and even cranky when she cared for his wounds. "It's healing. I think."
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Post by Franciska on Oct 5, 2012 21:09:02 GMT -6
Fran's brow furrowed as she slipped off the bandages to reveal the semi-healed gash. It certainly wasn't as bad as it could have been, she could say that for sure. "Hm. I might have resorted to stitches for something of this size. As it is I do not think that will be necessary anymore." Pulling Zacharie's hand a bit closer, she examined the wound from every conceivable angle.
Fran had never quite noticed how slender and adept his fingers were, so rarely had she ever seen them un-gloved. His one mishap aside, she'd seen on numerous occasions how skillfully he utilized that knife of his; sometimes moving so fast you could hardly see it, like a magician’s slight of hand. Aren't you supposed to be looking at the cut? Upon realizing her distraction, Fran's mind snapped back to her task and she quickly pulled her hands away.
"Well, if you want to go back down stairs, I can get you some fresh bandages." She couldn't help but sneak in one last teasing jab. "If you can be brave, maybe you'll get a lollipop too."
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