Gambit handed over the rifle, wishing desperately that Steed would come over the hill with the cavalry. Purdey was well-overdue for reporting in by now! But there was no sign of rescue – not yet.
"Sergeant," Colonel Miller nodded to his aide and the sergeant saluted. "See to him while I fetch her out."
"Right, sir." The sergeant turned on Gambit with a predatory expression and Gambit bit down hard on his impulse to go into a fighting stance.
He held out his wrists instead, and let himself be tied, trying to take a crumb of comfort from the fact that his hands were tied in front of him and not behind.
It didn't take Miller five minutes to bring back Purdey.
She'd been rattled, Gambit could tell, from her pallor and the lines around her mouth, but she had her head up defiantly as Miller led her out of the minefield, and there was fire in her eyes.
"You okay?" she asked, when she got close enough, her eyes going just for a moment to the bindings on his wrists.
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