Alexandra’s scrutinizing gaze swings to him. She steps closer, looking him up and down as if trying to categorize a new species. Luke grits his teeth and stands his ground, crossing his arms and staring her down, and tries not to think of Seagate.
“I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced,” she says.
Luke glances at Elektra, whose hand’s snuck back into her bag. “I’d like to keep it that way,” he says.
“A wise decision,” says Alexandra, stepping away as if satisfied. She turns to the rest of them and says, “I can see you’ve formed a bond here. I promise you it won’t last.”
She’s very smug. It’s annoying.
“The more connections you have, the easier it will be to break you.”
Seriously, it’s getting annoying. Luke glances reflexively away from her, searching for Jessica, before he remembers—she left. It aches, surprisingly, to remember that, even if he knows it’s probably for the best. This isn’t her fight, after all. She’ll be safer far away from it.
—now Alexandra’s moved on to trying to tempt Elektra and Danny, placing her hands on their shoulders like an indulgent grandmother. “There are alternatives,” she says, kindly, “and we can work together. I might even let them go free.”
“Kid,” says Stick, warningly, “you walk with her, I’ll take you down myself.”
“Shut up, Stick,” says Elektra. To Alexandra, she says, “After what you did? You’re lucky I haven’t run you through with a fork.”
Danny glances, briefly, at Luke. What do I do?
Luke shakes his head. Say no.
Danny takes Alexandra’s hand off, frosty but polite. Elektra smacks it off her shoulder, glaring at the woman in undisguised hatred.
Alexandra sighs.
“They’re just like you, old man,” she says, sadly. “The only language they know is violence.” She snaps her fingers, and the front door all but explodes as if the table Jessica shoved in front of it was never there.
The man with the swords steps into view. Luke steps closer to Danny, whose fist starts glowing as he settles into a fighting stance.
Elektra snaps, whips her sai out and swings at Alexandra. The woman ducks, disarms Elektra with a quick and terrifying efficiency.
“Now, now, my child,” she says, scolding, “I just wanted to talk.”
“Too fucking late,” Elektra spits, and she slams her heel down on Alexandra’s foot. It’s the first time Luke’s seen the woman in white caught off her guard, and she stumbles back with a quiet curse in a language he doesn’t know.
“Plan not going well?” says Stick. Luke could swear he sounds amused, the old bastard.
“Hound,” says Alexandra, eyes flicking towards the man in red and black. He tilts his head in her direction, but his eyes don’t seem to track her. “Go on. Serve life itself.”
The man twirls the swords in his hands, almost like he’s showing off. Then he steps forward, and Luke tenses, ready to step in front and take the brunt of the blows if needed. Between the four of them, he knows he’s the only one who can stand up to a sharp weapon like a sword.
Then something skids, and a moment later an SUV crashes through the window and into the man, knocking him out of the way. The man groans, disoriented.
Jessica steps through the broken glass, and stands beside Luke.
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“I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced,” she says.
Luke glances at Elektra, whose hand’s snuck back into her bag. “I’d like to keep it that way,” he says.
“A wise decision,” says Alexandra, stepping away as if satisfied. She turns to the rest of them and says, “I can see you’ve formed a bond here. I promise you it won’t last.”
She’s very smug. It’s annoying.
“The more connections you have, the easier it will be to break you.”
Seriously, it’s getting annoying. Luke glances reflexively away from her, searching for Jessica, before he remembers—she left. It aches, surprisingly, to remember that, even if he knows it’s probably for the best. This isn’t her fight, after all. She’ll be safer far away from it.
—now Alexandra’s moved on to trying to tempt Elektra and Danny, placing her hands on their shoulders like an indulgent grandmother. “There are alternatives,” she says, kindly, “and we can work together. I might even let them go free.”
“Kid,” says Stick, warningly, “you walk with her, I’ll take you down myself.”
“Shut up, Stick,” says Elektra. To Alexandra, she says, “After what you did? You’re lucky I haven’t run you through with a fork.”
Danny glances, briefly, at Luke. What do I do?
Luke shakes his head. Say no.
Danny takes Alexandra’s hand off, frosty but polite. Elektra smacks it off her shoulder, glaring at the woman in undisguised hatred.
Alexandra sighs.
“They’re just like you, old man,” she says, sadly. “The only language they know is violence.” She snaps her fingers, and the front door all but explodes as if the table Jessica shoved in front of it was never there.
The man with the swords steps into view. Luke steps closer to Danny, whose fist starts glowing as he settles into a fighting stance.
Elektra snaps, whips her sai out and swings at Alexandra. The woman ducks, disarms Elektra with a quick and terrifying efficiency.
“Now, now, my child,” she says, scolding, “I just wanted to talk.”
“Too fucking late,” Elektra spits, and she slams her heel down on Alexandra’s foot. It’s the first time Luke’s seen the woman in white caught off her guard, and she stumbles back with a quiet curse in a language he doesn’t know.
“Plan not going well?” says Stick. Luke could swear he sounds amused, the old bastard.
“Hound,” says Alexandra, eyes flicking towards the man in red and black. He tilts his head in her direction, but his eyes don’t seem to track her. “Go on. Serve life itself.”
The man twirls the swords in his hands, almost like he’s showing off. Then he steps forward, and Luke tenses, ready to step in front and take the brunt of the blows if needed. Between the four of them, he knows he’s the only one who can stand up to a sharp weapon like a sword.
Then something skids, and a moment later an SUV crashes through the window and into the man, knocking him out of the way. The man groans, disoriented.
Jessica steps through the broken glass, and stands beside Luke.
“Anyone missed me?” she says.