“I’m not a spy, not in the way you think.” She gritted her teeth, hands gripping her knees tighter. It hurt but she had to stop the bleeding. A little whimper escaping before she could stop it. Damn them, why can’t they see I can help? She wanted to tell them what they wanted to know, give them everything. They were allies why not, but he’d told her to keep her mouth shut.<br/><br/>Eric watched her, listening to what she said. It was amusing to him; she wasn’t as cocky as she had been before. Staring down at her he tilted her head as she once again tried to plead her case. She would once again tell how she could not reveal who had hired her but before he chose to agree with what Ryan said he caught something in her gaze. “One more question before we kill her.”<br/><br/>The woman glared at him jaw clenching tighter before he asked; “why? I know the whole ‘orders’ spiel but you’re about to die. What not just say and save yourself the trouble of holding it in. How terrible or bad is this person to warrant such fear?”<br/><br/>She hissed, hands gripping as tight as they possibly could, blood still seeping from her fingers. “Not fear, loyalty. He saved my life, just as he saved you and Kat’s.” She said dropping a hint. He was right, it wasn’t really her problem anymore if they knew or not, she was dead. She just hoped they would understand why he had done it. If anything else try to and forgive him for it.<br/><br/>“We should go.” Eric said after a moment of silence. His heart ached and his mind just hurt. He was too tired to deal with all this. Her words having stabbed deeper than he would admit. “I wouldn’t waste the bullet on her though. She might live or she will bleed to death, whichever I doubt she’ll follow us after this.”<br/><br/>Yes he was contradicting himself but he didn’t care. Plus the glare he received mixed with the small bit of fear wrenched and revitalized him. A small gimmer from the old days blared back at her from his own gaze. This was a small taste of his anger, leaving her like this. It was probably far worse than she deserved but after all the crap she put them through he figured it would be fitting.<br/><br/>Turning that gaze to the other two he half questioned if that was ok. By now she was already pale, blood refusing to stop. If he was correct she wouldn’t last much longer. Ryan or Kat could but her out of her misery; that was there prerogative, he just wasn’t going to do it himself. “How far are we away from the safehouse?”