The loft above Luke's, Thursday afternoon (after the town meeting)

It was a little sad how familiar the sensation of slowly dying while tied to a chair was. Eliot had lost track of how long he'd been drifting into and out of consciousness for, now.

He had to keep reminding himself that this was Parker and Hardison, not a despotic dictator or drug lord. He didn't know what their endgame here was, but their methods were effective. Eliot knew his limits, and the way he was shivering and sweating right now meant he was basically at his.

He wouldn't've thought Hardison was this hardcore. He was almost proud.

( One way or another, it was ending today. )

[ooc: preplayed with the stupendous whoisalicewhite and age_of_the_geek. NFI, natch, but OOC is always welcome.]