talbot, bella (...abby) (talbotb) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-12-13 17:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | bela talbot, faith lehane, nathan petrelli, sarah petrelli (née williams) |
Who: Bela Talbot, Nathan and Sarah Petrelli, Faith Lehane. Later: Peter Petrelli, Lilah Morgan.
What: Rescuing Peter from the belly of the beast.
When: Saturday night.
Where: Wolfram and Hart
Status/Rating: incomplete/PG-13
This could very well be the stupidest thing I've ever done. Too many unknown elements. Too many people I don't necessarily trust. The bloody slayer. Lilah looking over one shoulder, possibly turning this into some sort of test or experiment on Petrelli… Even with five sidearms attached to her body and hex bags that had cost her an arm and a leg, Bela Talbot was still paranoid. She always would be. It was an unfortunate, albeit at times life saving, personality trait.
She stood in the dark, illuminated only by the few lights that lit the truck docking area behind Wolfram and Hart. It wasn't the glamerous entrance by any means, but it was the entrance that wouldn't get a group of people attempting to break in and break someone out killed. Or, well, it at least made it less likely they'd be killed. Bela didn't know exactly what Lilah had planned in terms of the security that would be greeting them. She only knew that they were supposed to be able to get out of the building with Peter in one piece. Whether or not everyone else besides her in the rescue party would make it out, well… that was up in the air. Bela hadn't thought to ask, and now she wondered. Surely it would make the entire act more realistic if someone did get left behind. What if it looked too easy otherwise?
She shook her head. Likely she was reading far too much into things. She had only to remember that Lilah wanted an in with Angel Investigations. If she screwed with this plan then she screwed with her chance at that. Bela didn't think she would risk it.
But there was still always that chance…
Stop. Concentrate, she told herself. She inhaled deeply, even the stale air of the small alley driveway helped to calm her. She only had to lead the group up, and then help shoot their way back down. She'd been in worse situations with fewer guns.
Bela looked down at her watch. 9:59. She was anxious.