Ipê Branco

Unwanted Sun.

Bloodsport held Prim's arm and pulled her for a brief conversation a few meters from Rick's captors' camp. "I know you want to go in there and kill them all, but we need to do this quietly."

"I can be really quiet when I have to." Prim looked him dead in the eyes and down to his hand around her forearm.

Bloodsport tried to organize his words in a way he wouldn't provoke her. "I know you can. What I'm trying to say is that your emotions are all over the place." Prim opened her mouth to protest, but he interrupted her. "I understand, I do. But if anything goes wrong. Just for an instant, imagine if anything goes wrong and they hear us coming. What do you think is going to happen to Rick?"

Prim clenched her jaw. Bloodsport could see the cogs turning in her head until she released the breath she had been holding. "You're right. It's just that...." She cleaned the sweat from her face. "If anything happens to him, I-"

"Nothing is going to happen." He gave her arm a reassuring squeeze. "Let us take care of this, okay?"

"I'm not going to sit here and wait!"

"Of course not! I want you to create distractions around the camp. We'll take advantage of it and kill them for you. How does that sound?"

"Sounds good. Yeah."

"Right. Now take Cleo and Abner with you and go that way. Peacemaker and I will split here."

"Okay. What about Nanaue?"

They all looked at King Shark playing with a bug near them. "He can do his own thing. Quietly." Bloodsport emphasized.

At the end of their conversation, they went their separate ways.

From a distance, Prim could see Peacemaker and Bloodsport in their little competition to see who would kill more people and be the best assassin , which stoked the flame of anger inside her. Moving forward, Prim engaged in a brief fight with three enemies. She urged Cleo and Abner to go ahead.

The pair went ahead, and she engaged the fighters one by one, sneaking her vines around the neck of one man and lifting him to the treetop. The other had his ankles held and thrown against a tree. The last one tried to flee, but Prim used her vine like a whip and split his head in two. Panting and feeling enraged because they dared to delay her, she marched to meet the others.

The team members, minus Prim, gathered at the tent entrance. With slow and quiet steps, they reached the flap, and before Bloodsport opened it, allowing everyone to get in, they heard a woman's joyful laughter. When they stormed the place, all they could hear was the rhythm of 'Samba Na Sola' by Céu.

"DuBois?" Rick's voice cut the tension in the air.

Still with guns raised and the team behind him ready to fight, Bloodsport answered, "Hey, Flag."

With a puzzled expression, Rick questioned further. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Waller told us you were... uh... Are you drinking tea?"

"This is Sol Soria. She's the leader of the freedom fighters, the resistance trying to take down the current government. They saved my life."

Lowering his gun, the only thing he could say was, "Oh, wow," before turning to the other members, "Someone's going to be pissed."

"Who are you talking about?" Rick asked, his body tensed.

"Well, You see-"

Prim ripped open the tarp where Nanaue had his head and stared inside. Her fear-filled eyes fell on Rick's confused ones. In no more than three seconds, she assessed the situation around and closed her eyes, cursing herself. She stalked off with hate irradiating from her.