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meadowlarklogs2021-01-14 09:42 pm
frontierbashir) wrote in meadowlarklogs2021-01-14 09:42 pm
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WHO: Garak and Bashir
WHERE: The Congregation getting towards the inner circles
WHEN: The day of the Quarry
WHAT: Julian needs to get to the Arena to enact the Kestrels' plan and runs into someone unfortunate.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Violence, guns
It only makes sense for Julian to be the one to plant to the bomb.
He works for the Company, knows the challenges to come, understands exactly where the weak points in the arena will be--not to mention he's willing to do it and unwilling to leave it to others. It's the least he can do for being culpable. While he can at least work to knock down some ideas for the worst challenges, he still makes suggestions that are unconscionable, just to keep up appearances as he secretly works to undermine those around him. He at least owes the arena participants that have died by his suggestions in the past. This is the least he can do.
Armed with a small pistol in his jacket pocket and a backpack with the bomb in it, he does his best to seem calm, collected, and not suspicious. Julian is the worst liar there is, so he simply needs to escape suspicion. His eyes dart around him, hoping beyond hope that he runs into no one, especially no one he knows.
He checks his watch. He has ten minutes to get to the Arena to put the backpack into position. He makes a right down a sparsely used corridor adjacent to the main road, thinking how he's almost home free. Most people are inside glued to their televisions as the Quarry begins, so he stops dead in his tracks when he not only sees a figure in his path, but a familiar one.
His heart pounds into his ears.
"Garak," he begins, willingly his voice to stay even through the adrenaline rush--there's no hiding now. Why did Garak of all people have to show up now?
WHERE: The Congregation getting towards the inner circles
WHEN: The day of the Quarry
WHAT: Julian needs to get to the Arena to enact the Kestrels' plan and runs into someone unfortunate.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Violence, guns
It only makes sense for Julian to be the one to plant to the bomb.
He works for the Company, knows the challenges to come, understands exactly where the weak points in the arena will be--not to mention he's willing to do it and unwilling to leave it to others. It's the least he can do for being culpable. While he can at least work to knock down some ideas for the worst challenges, he still makes suggestions that are unconscionable, just to keep up appearances as he secretly works to undermine those around him. He at least owes the arena participants that have died by his suggestions in the past. This is the least he can do.
Armed with a small pistol in his jacket pocket and a backpack with the bomb in it, he does his best to seem calm, collected, and not suspicious. Julian is the worst liar there is, so he simply needs to escape suspicion. His eyes dart around him, hoping beyond hope that he runs into no one, especially no one he knows.
He checks his watch. He has ten minutes to get to the Arena to put the backpack into position. He makes a right down a sparsely used corridor adjacent to the main road, thinking how he's almost home free. Most people are inside glued to their televisions as the Quarry begins, so he stops dead in his tracks when he not only sees a figure in his path, but a familiar one.
His heart pounds into his ears.
"Garak," he begins, willingly his voice to stay even through the adrenaline rush--there's no hiding now. Why did Garak of all people have to show up now?
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"I never intended for you to personally become entangled in this." His face is pained. Of course, eventually Garak would have heard what happened and if he'd been spotted, perhaps Garak would know then. Or maybe Garak would notice that Julian was not haunting their usual table at the bar and he would put two and two together.
"The less you know, the better." And Garak would be able to truly claim innocence if the higher ups came for him, or somehow got wind of this encounter.
Every logical fiber of his being is screaming at him to get up, turn and run. But they aren't what keeps him sitting here, trying to make Garak understand. Wishing Garak could understand.
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While apparently he cares for this man more than he'd known, it doesn't matter. He has to remember why he serves and who he serves.
"Run, doctor." His voice is barely more than a whisper. After a beat Garak opens his eyes again to look at Julian, quite certain that this will be the last time he'll see him alive.
"What you have done has likely cost more than you understand. But I hope you find somewhere safe to hide."
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But there's no time for that. Remembering himself, he releases the other's hand. He hates this.
"Take care of yourself, Garak. I'll miss you and our lively debates." He even manages a wry smile as he stands up and puts his pack on. Julian looks like he wants to say more but he's already dawdled enough. His life is now on the line. And as a doctor for the rebellion, if his life is on the line, his future patient's lives are on the line as well. Garak is safe and will be safer when he's gone.
With that, Julian turns and exits the alleyway at a light jog, unable to look back one last time.
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Clumsily he takes painkillers and then waits for someone to pass by because even with them, he's not going to be walking out of here on his own. Not like Julian did.