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,@ 2010-03-05 10:31:00 |
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There was someone in his apartment. Cathair heard the door open even in his bedroom in the back. Gritting his teeth, he reached for the gun he kept holstered within reach. He'd expected this day, although he'd expected something more public. Either FBI on his doorstep or hitmen during the day. To make an example of him, either way. He was actually quietly grateful they'd chosen not to make a scene and endanger others. No one in this town needed to pay for his sins.
The cool, sharp pain of a dart in his body he hadn't expected. Or maybe he should have. He'd betrayed the RIRA, they weren't known to take defectors kindly. Especially ones as deeply entrenched as he was. Cathair reached for the dart and yanked it free, surprised at how fast the drugs were already rushing through his system. He saw the darkened room spin and felt his limb grow heavy as lead. So it was to be kidnapping and torture then?
He couldn't say he hadn't earned it. Perhaps that was why he didn't fight harder. Time to pay the Piper, as it were.