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Title: The Whip Lash Job (Part 3)
Charcater: Eliot, Nate, mentions of Hardison & Parker
Rating: R
Word Count: 510
Summary: While Eliot is off working a solo job, Nate & the crew bite off a bit more than they can chew.
A/Ns & Warnings: So that second card for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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badfalcon picked the Leverage fandom for five prompts from that card. This is the third of those five prompts. Written for my second card for angst_bingo.
Maxwell Bromwell.
Eliot stormed out of the loft and down to the bar, slapping his hand down on the counter to get the bartender's attention. He slammed back a stiff shot of whiskey and rubbed a hand over his face.
Nate and his damn Robin Hood complex.
"Hit me again." Eliot growled.
And Parker was going to pay the price.
By now, Bromwell was probably well on his way to pulling out of Boston all together. Oh, he'd come back eventually, but for now he knew he had someone interested in him, so he'd withdraw.
Which meant he didn't have time to dawdle.
Which meant he needed to find that ship and get to it.
He flicked his phone open and dialed. "Hardison?"
"It ain't that easy man."
"I don't want excuses. Find that ship."
He tossed back the drink and stood. He turned for the door only to find Nate blocking his way.
"Where are you going?"
"To find Parker." Eliot moved around him, but stopped at the door when Nate followed. He held a hand to Nate's chest. "Alone. I can't deal with Bromwell if I have to watch out for you."
"He'll kill you."
Eliot nodded. "If I'm lucky."
He stormed away, leaving Nate alone in the bar. If Hardison couldn't find the ship, he had one other card to play. He glared at his phone as he headed for the docks. He huffed and swallowed and dialed the number. "Tell Bromwell that Steve Hall is on his way to the Boston docks. Pier nine."
If he couldn't find Bromwell, he'd get Bromwell to find him.
He didn't want to let himself think about the last time Bromwell had found him. He'd been in the wrong place at the wrong time, sent in to retrieve a kidnap victim without all the facts.
He found himself on a ship off the coast of India with a hundred kids under the age of sixteen, all in chains, beaten, on the beginning of a journey that would lead them to a life of domestic slavery in Europe.
Bromwell ran all kinds of slaves, not just the kids, who would be broken, trained and sold to clean houses, work in kitchens and hotels. He sold to drug cartels as well, slave labor to work their fields. Of course, Parker was too old for either of those uses.
No, Bromwell would break her and train her for a completely different service.
Eliot stood on the dock where he could be seen. He knew that as long as the name got whispered in Bromwell's ear before they left port, he would come. Or send his goons.
He had only one chance at this. Get picked up, take the beating, get loose and find Parker…before they got too far out to sea…before he hurt Parker so bad Eliot couldn't risk getting her out the only way he knew to escape.
Because if he failed in any of the steps along the way, Parker would be some rich bastard's sex slave in a month's time…and Eliot would probably be dead.
Title: The Whip Lash Job (Part 3)
Charcater: Eliot, Nate, mentions of Hardison & Parker
Rating: R
Word Count: 510
Summary: While Eliot is off working a solo job, Nate & the crew bite off a bit more than they can chew.
A/Ns & Warnings: So that second card for
angst_bingo Yeah...badfalcon picked the Leverage fandom for five prompts from that card. This is the third of those five prompts. Written for my second card for angst_bingo.Maxwell Bromwell.
Eliot stormed out of the loft and down to the bar, slapping his hand down on the counter to get the bartender's attention. He slammed back a stiff shot of whiskey and rubbed a hand over his face.
Nate and his damn Robin Hood complex.
"Hit me again." Eliot growled.
And Parker was going to pay the price.
By now, Bromwell was probably well on his way to pulling out of Boston all together. Oh, he'd come back eventually, but for now he knew he had someone interested in him, so he'd withdraw.
Which meant he didn't have time to dawdle.
Which meant he needed to find that ship and get to it.
He flicked his phone open and dialed. "Hardison?"
"It ain't that easy man."
"I don't want excuses. Find that ship."
He tossed back the drink and stood. He turned for the door only to find Nate blocking his way.
"Where are you going?"
"To find Parker." Eliot moved around him, but stopped at the door when Nate followed. He held a hand to Nate's chest. "Alone. I can't deal with Bromwell if I have to watch out for you."
"He'll kill you."
Eliot nodded. "If I'm lucky."
He stormed away, leaving Nate alone in the bar. If Hardison couldn't find the ship, he had one other card to play. He glared at his phone as he headed for the docks. He huffed and swallowed and dialed the number. "Tell Bromwell that Steve Hall is on his way to the Boston docks. Pier nine."
If he couldn't find Bromwell, he'd get Bromwell to find him.
He didn't want to let himself think about the last time Bromwell had found him. He'd been in the wrong place at the wrong time, sent in to retrieve a kidnap victim without all the facts.
He found himself on a ship off the coast of India with a hundred kids under the age of sixteen, all in chains, beaten, on the beginning of a journey that would lead them to a life of domestic slavery in Europe.
Bromwell ran all kinds of slaves, not just the kids, who would be broken, trained and sold to clean houses, work in kitchens and hotels. He sold to drug cartels as well, slave labor to work their fields. Of course, Parker was too old for either of those uses.
No, Bromwell would break her and train her for a completely different service.
Eliot stood on the dock where he could be seen. He knew that as long as the name got whispered in Bromwell's ear before they left port, he would come. Or send his goons.
He had only one chance at this. Get picked up, take the beating, get loose and find Parker…before they got too far out to sea…before he hurt Parker so bad Eliot couldn't risk getting her out the only way he knew to escape.
Because if he failed in any of the steps along the way, Parker would be some rich bastard's sex slave in a month's time…and Eliot would probably be dead.
