DRABBLES UDC VIII [Completed] WEEK ONE VALOR Agent Romanova tucked the mobile phone between her ear and shoulder as she shrugged her way out of the ropes expertly tying her to the remains of the chair hanging below her backside. “No, you have the Big Guy.” Agent Colson was telling her. For drokk’s sake! She thought, a shiver of trepidation overcoming her at the thought of approaching Doctor Banner in India. Why me? There is valour and there is valour. “Agent...that one with the arrows, has been compromised.” "Agent Barton?" "Barton, yes." Romanova nodded to herself. That changed everything. "On it, Boss." She acknowledged, shutting the phone. * * * * HONOR Jax did not angry often, especially with friends, but in his eyes, Das, his mate of fifteen years, was inexplicably impugning the honour of the space film that they were both fans of. "Look, you are just going to have to accept that it is not perfect." The film buff, two years shy of Jax' age, seemed not to notice his narrowed eyes and one hand curving into a tight fist. There were cries of delight from their host's sitting room, prompting Das to head inside. Jax slowly exhaled through his nostrils, and relaxed the hand, The moment had passed. * * * * SACRIFICE What is sacrifice? It can be something that a person does selflessly, like offering a seat on a bus to the infirm, deliberately buying food for the homeless, or when that was the furthest thing from your mind and you are already waiting to pay, contemplating the haul, and thinking about diverting some to a more needy cause. Then, at the other end of the spectrum, where selfless doesn't apply, there is stringing up a beautiful blonde woman by the wrists on the jungle side of your big wooden wall, and blowing a horn to summon a big **** off ape. * * * * DEFEAT They fought, rolling across the ground, Mary trying not to get bitten; her barrel-chested, mesomorph vampire attacker trying to pin her down, losing purchase on her wrists as she tried to combine backtracking on her bum with kicking him in the face. He was barely visible in the dark, but the sulphurous yellow eyes let her know where he was. Her ra-ra skirt was taut under her, the waistband pulling at her waist, then he managed to get his right knee over her left thigh, pinning it to the ground in the arch between his own knee and his foot. * * * * VICTORY She would not be able to hold him for long, and shooting him would not be a good idea, for getting drenched in a vampire's blood risked her getting waxed by E-Branch just as easily as if she'd rolled into base camp with a vampire bite. Instead, she nosed her Bren inside the back of his t-shirt, then one-handedly jettisoned a silver-jacketed bullet from the barrel. Silver was like acid to these things, and sure enough, he started screaming, trying reach behind himself and buck her off with the same intensity that she had been trying to do to him.