Not good. So very not good. He curses his own stupidity silently, stupid, too fucking stupid to have assumed he was far behind his quarry, stupid to have assumed that the Meta--that Maine didn't have some recollection of how he operated, the places he would choose to hole up, his habits and his security routines.
He keeps as still as possible the entire time the gun is under his chin, hardly daring to breath. If he died here all of his plans would be for nothing, he'd never bring the Project down, he'd never be able to get the proof he needed--
And then Maine (no, it's Meta, you can't think of him as Maine, it's not Isaac anymore) is backing off, and Wash wastes one precious moment just breathing instead of tensing to go for his rifle.
...he should go for his rifle. He should try to tackle him, even half-armored. He should do something, instead of sitting there staring, breath rattling in and out of his lungs.
"...Isaac?"
The smallest thread of hope in that question is pathetic, even to his own ears. But he has to know, he has to confirm it, he has to try.
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He keeps as still as possible the entire time the gun is under his chin, hardly daring to breath. If he died here all of his plans would be for nothing, he'd never bring the Project down, he'd never be able to get the proof he needed--
And then Maine (no, it's Meta, you can't think of him as Maine, it's not Isaac anymore) is backing off, and Wash wastes one precious moment just breathing instead of tensing to go for his rifle.
...he should go for his rifle. He should try to tackle him, even half-armored. He should do something, instead of sitting there staring, breath rattling in and out of his lungs.
"...Isaac?"
The smallest thread of hope in that question is pathetic, even to his own ears. But he has to know, he has to confirm it, he has to try.