No, when Una wanted someone dead, she was impeccably direct about it: a
clean shot through the heart. So Belloq's survival was at least assured.
She eased him down and waited, silently now, for the drug to complete its
work. Once he was well and truly unconscious, she got to work.
Some short time and a passage through the transporters later, Belloq would
awake to find himself sitting propped up against a pack of some kind in a
sort of hollow in the earth, like a battlefield foxhole, on the top of a
barren hill. All around, the landscape seethed and burned with unnatural
colours; in the near distance below armies clashes with a fearful sound of
swords, pikes, and armour. And nearby Una sat on a rock, impassively
watching the battle and smoking a cigarette.
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No, when Una wanted someone dead, she was impeccably direct about it: a clean shot through the heart. So Belloq's survival was at least assured.
She eased him down and waited, silently now, for the drug to complete its work. Once he was well and truly unconscious, she got to work.
Some short time and a passage through the transporters later, Belloq would awake to find himself sitting propped up against a pack of some kind in a sort of hollow in the earth, like a battlefield foxhole, on the top of a barren hill. All around, the landscape seethed and burned with unnatural colours; in the near distance below armies clashes with a fearful sound of swords, pikes, and armour. And nearby Una sat on a rock, impassively watching the battle and smoking a cigarette.