Cath Delaney (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} dian_cecht) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} inpoormerit, |
"Fuck me.."
He paced back and forth for a moment, not because he was so horrified by what she had done. Not really. Poachers were bastards. There were laws against it in nearly every civilized country in the world.
It just meant one thing he'd been dreading was true. Their captors knew about his past and Eden's. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he knew it was his turn.
"Irony's a bitch, colleen," he began, his back still to her. "Because I was in the Real Irish Revolutionary Army until I realized what we were actually doing about six months ago. I took off and came to America to start over."
He turned to face Eden. "They know, whoever has us," he added grimly. Which with them taking skin samples and having two ex terrorists, and an ex-military man, another Australian survivalist, a police officer, and a technology expert. Cathair cross himself. "They wouldn't have us all together if they didn't know. You, me, the American military man, the police officer, the survivalist who went into the woods with him, the computer hacker..." It wouldn't take her long to put the pieces together and draw similar grim conclusions.