Leverage. Nathan Ford. 017. Brown
Title: Escape in style
Fandom: Leverage
Character / Couple: Nathan Ford
Prompt: 017. Brown
Rating: G
Warnings: One-shot
Genre: General
Plot: Nathan and the others are on a mission, but will soon run away because they are to discover them.
Notes: also written for the Xmas Tree Party Fanworld.it
Parker went looking man who tried to cheat to Nathan, folded on the table, grabbed the chicken leg at both ends and was bitten as he only made the caveman. Between her and their target, knew which one was more shocked.
The fact that Sophie had taken the week off and that she had to do the seductress in her place and made her nervous at that moment he understood why she liked to slip in more ventilation ducts. She was a pickpocket, his specialties were the wallets, the Target jealously kept in the inside pocket of his jacket, thinking it was safer. Instead, for fun had they taken more than twice, and gotten a rebuke by Nathan, now, seemed unable to do anything but eat as if he had not eaten for days.
could not suppress a snort of disgust, while the broth was rolling along the side of his mouth and fell down to her last dress, brown as the leaves that covered the asphalt outside the local hip in which they had fled for protection by the sudden autumn rain. Hardison said something about the fashion autumn, when I had shown him and Nathan was immediately enthusiastic. Their happy, everyone happy, he remembered thinking. The rain, however, did not make anyone happy even in Hardison was forced to hear swearing through the headset, because he could not connect to the network to break into the target cell, as she was quite shocked by the behavior of Nathan.
"You do it from there ... Nathan, create a diversion. Eliot will pass the pen drive in three minutes. "
Parker glanced toward the entrance, from which Eliot was getting dressed waiter saw him place the wet umbrella in the umbrella stand and disappear in the kitchen.
"Off .. imo, om cro .. ate?" Nathan was saying.
"Croatian?" Repeated Parker. "Sure to be well ... Nat ... um ... John? Glanced at Target, but this did not seem to have noticed anything, he was so taken by watching the mouth of Nathan.
Nathan swallowed hard and wiped with a bunch of big jacket. The broth had left a stain that had taken a tone identical to the shirt: electric blue.
In response, Nathan decided to burp, so that Parker and the target jump.
"Hey, nice voice, cowboy," said Hardison, from his van.
"Excuse me, excuse me ..." he said. "Every both run away ... but as they say, better from above and below, "
He laughed and, as he did, he threw his leg in the pot half-eaten, splashing the broth on the tablecloth and also on the target that by launching a ' curse worthy of the character of Nathan, he rose.
"Oh, sorry, I'm so sorry. Isobel, you can help? "
Parker stood up, showing a smile that turned to him pulled. Nathan, meanwhile, casually, he took a pen drive from the tray carried by Eliot went away without stopping, and took his own towel flap, which had previously attacked neck, and passed without any restraint on the lips, gurgling as if he had to pull a spit. This allowed him to divert attention from Parker and its hands that had marched from the blackberry stock of the target, while he was trying to wipe off the chicken broth, Nathan, and also from his hands, which disappeared from the pen drive, now safe in the sleeve of his jacket.
"No, it does not matter." Said the target, pointing to a Parker too thoughtful. "Let me, dear. You'll excuse me a moment? "The Target
glanced Nathan murderer, before escaping to the bathroom, or perhaps he and his manners from peasant. Nathan grinned and winked in the direction of his back, before giving the pen drive to Parker who nursed the blackberry, with that Hardison, headset, gave instructions to upload the virus that gave them allowed us to discover where he kept the funds that were supposed to take away and expose its trade.
"What will it take?" He asked, softly, running his hands over one another.
"A few seconds ... oh, no. No. No. No. This is not really wanted there. "
Nathan rested his elbows on the table and clasped his hands. He looked around, looking for any to see what could be dangerous. "What is not wanted? Hardison? "
" We should retreat to the base as quickly as possible. Do you know who is working on its safety credit? "
" The CIA? "
" Maybe, my friend! Sterling and a pair of police officers who are coming to arrest the guy. As I said, you better get a move on and sublime. "
looked at Nathan Parker, whose face became a mask of anger. He turned his head toward the ear in which he held the headset. "What can I invent?"
"I do not know, man, you are the magician! But quickly, before it arrives. It is a few meters from you and can not connect to the satellite to try to hijack your browser. Damn! It sucks the autumn, as winter. I hate the rain! "
" Okay, steady, Hardison. Prepare to bow out. "
" What's the plan? "Asked Parker. The target was just out of the bathroom and was approaching them in a gallop.
"You just assecondami."
The target returned, with some marks on the jacket, but perfectly controlled, now or at least more than he was going away. Nathan darted another glance at Parker, he slammed back the lashes, to make him understand that he has already done away with the blackberry in the bag, the pen drive hidden in her hair tied.
"Excuse me." Muttered back that. "What we talked about?"
'business. What could ever speak two gentlemen? "Nathan turned to the nurse and, in a loud voice, barked:" Well, this wine? "
Not only was the target to be deeply embarrassed: that was a good place where people went to Boston, not a bar for truckers.
"Now that I know is the magician," praised Hardison.
"But what does it take?" Nathan raised his arms, hitting the guy in the next table and look at the target with anger, before turning again. He rose to his feet and even reached into his pocket. 'It is not because I gave her a tip? What kind of stingy! Here it is, your tip! "
began to launch notes that flew like leaves from a tree for some second, then came to rest in dishes, on land, on the shoulders of some patrons. Mutterings grew high, people looked at him curiously.
"Behold! I can not believe! It is a scandal to want a tip for each course! What a place, that place, "Parker grabbed my arm and pulled her feet. "Come on, Isobel, this place sucks! It is filled with nothing but peasants who think only about money, "
The nurse pulled up to that was approaching, trying to calm him down. Bad move, there would still managed Sterling was coming. Nathan threw the foot other bills. "And you," he said, pointed a finger. "Consider already fired for tomorrow! Indeed, now! Take your bags, pal, because I do stop for bad service! Come on, baby, tomorrow sue the owner of this shack for this absolute lack of services, except upon payment! "Babbling
So, leave the room. They hurried to leave the sidewalk, crossed run and shoot the van parked across the street, hoping not to cross Sterling.
Once inside, Nathan broke the tie, after it was dried the face from the rain pounding on the hood of the truck, he allowed himself a sigh of relief and threw off his jacket. "I guess that guy's face ... Hardison, you have the account numbers? "
" A magician. I said I, "Hardison passed, raising a thumb. "And the money ... Here, they will find a penny. "
" Good job, team. "said Nathan.
Parker smiled for a moment, then sat down in front of him and undid her hair, she sighed, returning to the pen drive Hardison. 'It was great to run away like that! "
"Can I leave?" Eliot peered from his seat, asking for approval. Nathan gave it to him with a wave of his hand and set in motion soon after disappearing from circulation in a flash.
"Nathan, I can ask now?" Said Parker, at that point.
"What?"
"Where'd you get that dress? It is a color like this ... "
" Hey, that's a brown fashion this year, "Hardison is altered data, such as Nathan and then she, do accuser. "I do not try to say it's horrible because it took me two days to sew and two more to make up an online auction to find the right color of fabric. You have to ask him where he got that shirt. You ... is a punch in the eye, Nathan, I swear. You ... a handful aesthetics and good taste. Sophie would say that if there were blindfolded you e. .. ouch! "
He complained, when Parker reached over and gave him a blow on the chest. "You know it is sensitive on this subject," he explained in a hiss, reproachfully.
Hardison ventured to look Nathan, as if expecting that pulled out a gun and decides to kill them for saying the name of Sophie. Eliot ventured to imitate him in the rearview mirror, Parker, instead, staring at him stubbornly compassionate air.
Sophie knew what he lacked, but it was not a good reason to allow them to launch what looks; Nathan frowned. "Oh, come on," he snapped. "I'm fine. Eliot, you hurry? I want to go home and sleep for a few hours, if you please! "
Hardison and Parker exchanged glances.
"He lacks so much." Declared her, who seemed not to have heard a word.
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