[Sodium_noir] Coming Home

[Hope Zagorski]

>The moment between intent and action, no matter how short it was in truth, always felt like eternity.

>"If I put the gun away .." the mans cultured voice came from the bedroom "can we forgo the messy confrontation and talk like >civilized people? I assure you I intend you no harm and any threat I had meant to infer has been able done so already."

Hope does not move from her spot by the wall.  Didn't plan on harming her?  You didn't point a gun at someone unless you meant to use it.  But if he kept his word, that would put them on an almost even footing.  She was tired, and pretty much out of options.  This was a straw she could grab and maybe use to her advantage.  "Fine.  Put the gun away, and let me get dressed."  Hope goes into the bathroom and grabs the biggest bath towel she can find, then carefully wraps it around herself, tucking it in tightly.  It just barely covered her, but it was better than nothing until she could grab a robe.  

[Are you offering me a tag of truce?]

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