[Lindianne doesn’t turn to look at Faye at first. She keeps her eyes fixed on the wall on the other side of the room, listening to the quiet hustle and bustle of life going on around her. She can’t keep the images out of her head. She blinks before rubbing one eye with the heel of her palm.]
They took our own, Faye. It’s like you said back in Brooklyn: I’m connected.
[Now she turns to look at her fellow Agent, face solemn.]
We’re here to save what remains. This is our city. Our people. And we can’t -can’t- let scumbags kidnap our own.
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[Lindianne doesn’t turn to look at Faye at first. She keeps her eyes fixed on the wall on the other side of the room, listening to the quiet hustle and bustle of life going on around her. She can’t keep the images out of her head. She blinks before rubbing one eye with the heel of her palm.]
They took our own, Faye. It’s like you said back in Brooklyn: I’m connected.
[Now she turns to look at her fellow Agent, face solemn.]
We’re here to save what remains. This is our city. Our people. And we can’t -can’t- let scumbags kidnap our own.
Whatever happens, I’m in this to the end.
[Even if the end is ugly.]