77 HOURS

seven

A/N: Im posting this at three in the morning, it took like four months to get the motivation to even continue this story, but I decided I wouldn't leave the four people who read this hanging so I decided to update it anyway. So basically what i'm saying is that I didn't proof read this and if you see any typos (there will probably be a lot tbh) let me know so I can fix them lmao

also I would like to apologize in advance for what's about to occur :)

HOUR 59

"You son of a bitch!" Lloyd Hansen hurried over to Six before landing a forceful punch to the man's temple. He didn't wait for Six to regain himself before taking a high voltage taser and jamming it into his ribs, leaving it there as the static humming sounded for what seemed like a very long time. Hope flashed across Eight's mind as she watched the outburst. "You fucking liar!" He finally pulled back and grabbed Six's face in order to force him to look at Lloyd.

"I said... there was a safe-house... in Taiwan..." Six spoke through uneven breaths and his eyes only fell on Eights, "I never said... that Donald would be there."

Hansen shoved his face to the side and stood up straight, taking a deep breath. He combed his fingers through his hair staring at the wall behind Six, attempting to regain his cool. If there was one thing that could set off the erratic man standing in front of the two Sierra agents, it'd be making a fool of him.

"Right now, you probably feel pretty clever, huh?" Lloyd held a blank expression. Six shrugged. "I thought you'd be smarter than that, though. I mean, considering that I only let her live because I trusted your word. What did you think was happen when I  find out that the Taiwan safe house is a dead end?" He didn't meet Eights eyes as he walked calmly over to her side and pulled a pistol from inside of his coat. He only kept the same unimpressed gaze on Six. Cocking the gun, he held it up to Eights temple. "From my point of view, I've been very generous. But it seems my generosity has been taken advantage of. So give me one reason, why I shouldn't pull this trigger right fucking now?"

"She's the only leverage you have, Lloyd." Six kept his eyes fixed on hers. There was more meaning behind his words than what was obvious. For Eight, she was too busy trying to piece together the whole situation to notice. 

"Really? I thought that too, but i'm starting to think that's not actually the case here." Hansen moved behind her, keeping the gun to her head, and letting his other hand rest on her shoulder on the opposite side. Her eyes flinched ever so slightly. "I mean, after everything i've done to this poor thing, I would think that you would finally give up some information that I could actually use. Leverage is only useful if it's valued more than the target. I get that she can handle a beating-- that's more than obvious, but you seem to be a little too content with watching it, don't you think, Eight?" 

There was a sudden change in her expression. One which filled Six with an uneasy feeling: consideration. Her eyes darted to the floor. He could tell that she was recounting every interaction with him that she's had. Eight didn't respond to Lloyd. Her silence was well enough for him to know he struck a nerve. 

"Im starting to wonder why Six knows where Fitzroy is, but not you. Im guessing you've known Donald for quite some time now, so why wouldn't he trust you with that information? He must think that you are selfish enough to rat him out. What did you do to make him think that?" Listening to Lloyd, Six was well aware that he was trying to get inside her head. He was trying to manifest anger, resentment, frustration in her and the look on her face... the way her eyebrows pulled together and how her nostrils flared, told Six that she was falling for it. Lloyd Hansen is particularly good at manipulation. It's his second most dominant characteristic right behind violence. He knew exactly what to say to her to get what he wanted. He knew that asking her what she did to lose Donalds trust would make her realize that she did nothing. He also knew to lower his gun, return it back into his coat, and crouch down in front of her, hooking a finger underneath her chin to force her to look at him. "This entire castle is under surveillance. I see everything, and I hear everything." His expression softened as he spoke to her. "A little girl, just wanting to be loved, orphaned at age 11. Abandoned over and over again by foster families who decided they didn't want you. Finally someone comes along and you think he loved you, but really, you were just a tool: a weapon. Then he, too, abandons you, even if he did it by dying. Which leaves you all alone, wanting revenge, but also leaving you still wanting love. Is that what you hoped for from Donald, Eight. For a new father figure? For someone to love you?"