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four ──────────── rescue mission!
Elina sat back on the cot, back to the wall. Her eyes fell to Rick, who was slowly patching himself up. Under the warm dim light of the open cabin, all the bruises that littered Rick's chest became noticeable, contrasting his tan skin along with the many taped on bandages over his wounds. In her hand was a cup of tea, curtesy of the Freedom Fighters leader, Sol Soria. Rick had a cup of his own, set off to the side of the first aid equipment. The two of them had zero idea how long they'd stay here, or even where they were. But, Elina thought it was nice to prop her feet up for the first time in a while. "Starin'?" Rick asks aloud.
Elina removes her eyes and blinks, composing herself and shaking her head. "Sorry. Zoned out. Need help?" She asked, sitting up slightly. "Just the leg one, if you could?" Elina nodded, pushing herself off the bed despite her body's will and crossed the cabin to kneel in front of him, dawning an awkward smile. Grabbing the bandages, Elina gently wrapping the spot on his leg before taping it somewhat tightly. "You're starting to convince you're not a criminal. That's not a good thing." He said.
Elina shrugged, pushing herself into the chair beside him. "Your loss." She quipped.
"What do we do from here?"
Rick cocks his head to the side. "Rest for a bit. Try and contact Waller—find the others?"
"Yeah, solid."
Elina leaned her head back slightly, crossing her arms. "Are you going to sleep?" Rick asks. "Trying to." She chuckles. "In that chair? Take the bed." Rick practically demands. Elina's eyes pop open, paired with a glare. "Excuse me? You take the bed, I'm not the one injured."
Rick looks to the bed and shakes his head. "I'm not tired." He said as Elina stood. "I feel like I could run a mile."
"You wanna demonstrate that, Flag?" She asks, pushing his chair towards the bed. "Get in the bed." She orders.
Rick looks over his shoulder and squints slightly. "Aren't you going to take me to dinner first? I'm not protesting but—"
"Just get in the bed!"
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"Dubois?"
"Cleo?"
Elina jumped after she spoke, seeing a large figure move from the corner of her eye. King Shark stuck his head through the curtain of the hut they were sitting in—looking to Elina. Along with Dubois and King Shark stood Cleo, a somewhat friend of Elina's (accompanied by Sebastian, of course), Abner / Polka-Dot Man, and Peacemaker. Cleo was the only one without a gun pointed at them—ready to fire. "What the hell are you doing here?" Rick asks, brows furrowed together in utter confusion. Elina was wondering the same thing—out of all the places they'd meet...they find each other in Corto Maltese? Weird.
