Capture

[Xing]

Isabelle sighed again, as she took Trinity on her arms. A human body weight a lot, despite it not being very apparent, but Isabelle was - and still consider herself a field soldier, hence didn't had much trouble standing. She looked urgently at Travis,
"Please, let him out of all this. You already have me, I am more than enough to convince any Liberty officials to let you go. I doubt adding a LSF trainee will add that much more weigh to your cause... other than slowing you down. You have me at your mercy. Just let him go."
Turning her head toward Jimmy, she made a sad smile,
"Jimmy, I'll have to ask you to abandon us for the moment being. I'll be coming back..." she hesitated, but decided she didn't had that much to lose, "I'll be coming back for you..."

Despite her steeled discipline over herself, Isabelle couldn't keep but feel she was blushing...
--

"Sir, the cloaking shield of the Tenabras is down. It's... also, within the shield perimeter of the station."
Gerald looked darkly at the battleship. They certainly had tactical advantage; all of the naval ships within the perimeter could do a very quick work of it if needed. But the commander of each vessels knew very well what would happen then. Tenabras could merely fire at will on the station, and they fully knew the armor plating, despite being asstrong as they were, would immediately be destroyed at such close range.

But nobody wanted that, for sure. It seemed, these terrorists really wanted to retrieve their prisonners, and wouldn't dare to risk putting thier live on danger. On the other hand, the naval officers aboard their respective warships were tied up as well, knowing the destruction of St-Mitchell, along with hundreds of men aboard, would be catastrophic.
And defeat, which was unacceptable.

---