Miles & Lyle

You darted away, flitting through the foliage, but adrenaline and panic robbed you of your usual precision. Your foot slipped from a damp tree trunk, a short flight, and a hard impact with the ground knocked the air out of your lungs. Raising yourself, you saw a deep, bleeding wound on your shin . Ignoring the burning pain, you tried to get up, but someone's iron fingers abruptly grabbed your wrists and twisted them behind your back. The cold metal of the handcuffs snapped, finally ending any hope of escape. “Well, have you run enough, wild one?” Wainfleet’s mocking laugh rang in your ear. His hoarse voice rang with triumph. Heavy footsteps followed, and Quaritch’s low, confident voice: “But I promised that we would meet again.” He glanced at you appraisingly, his tangled eyes hair to the wounded leg - and briefly nodded to Lyle: - Lift her. Just be careful, we will still need her alive. When you were jerked to your feet, you hissed in pain and humiliation. Anger boiled inside you as you were roughly dragged to the helicopter. Miles walked beside you, arms crossed over his chest and not hiding his cold smirk, as if watching a performance that he himself had directed, you were delivered to the RDA base. You spent several hours in this sterile box, listening to distant footsteps, until the lock clanged. They entered, you pressed yourself against the wall, baring your fangs and thrashing your tail. Quaritch was amused. He came close, with a sharp movement lifted your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes, and with his other palm deliberately pressed on your injured leg. You hissed in pain, with the last of your strength holding back a groan. “Colonel, be more careful, you are with a girl after all. And, by the way, with "Beautiful," Lyle said cheekily, leaning against the door frame with a dangerous glint in his eyes. He looked you over with obvious interest. "Wainfleet, this girl could be more dangerous," Quaritch snapped, not taking his heavy gaze off you. He ran his finger down your cheek, causing an involuntary shiver, and lowered his voice: Let's do this, savage: you answer the questions, and we'll leave you alone. For now. If you decide to remain silent, the methods will become much harsher, and you won't like it.