She holds her hand out to receive the screwdriver, the pliers and the knife. She'll need to move fast, with multiple weapons. None of these weapons are ideal, but she really doesn't mind - all she needs is one good strike, and then it won't matter how deep she does or doesn't go.
She presses a finger to her lips in a shush motion to Jamie, and walks quietly, heel-to-toe, up to the Jaffa's back. She leans to look around him - he appears to be the only guard. Perfect.
Eva's hand whips out, fast as a cobra, to reach up and cover the Jaffa's mouth. And more terrifyingly, she plunges the screwdriver into the side of his neck. The Jaffa thrashes forward, trying to whirl around on the sudden attack, but Eva's hand comes down again, this time with the pliers to the back of his neck, barely avoiding the spine and instead diving deep into flesh. Eva shoves him down to the ground - no need to cover his mouth when he's too busy choking on his own blood and the sharp instruments embedded in his body to call for help - and buries the knife in his throat.
She wouldn't have been able to do that had he been paying attention. She knows she won this fight purely by the element of surprise, and that he would have overpowered her easily if she hadn't made such a impactful first strike, but it still feels like a victory. And she'll take what she can get.
"Let's go, let's go!" If they're trying to get a larval Goa'uld, Eva hopes to god Jamie knows where in the body it is. She doesn't want to have to dissect him, and god only knows what they're going to do with this body. Maybe they'll be punished for attacking a guard. Maybe Sobek won't care. He undoubtedly won't be able to piece together their long-shot of a plan, if only because it's such a ludicrous idea that it wouldn't occur to a reasonable person.
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She presses a finger to her lips in a shush motion to Jamie, and walks quietly, heel-to-toe, up to the Jaffa's back. She leans to look around him - he appears to be the only guard. Perfect.
Eva's hand whips out, fast as a cobra, to reach up and cover the Jaffa's mouth. And more terrifyingly, she plunges the screwdriver into the side of his neck. The Jaffa thrashes forward, trying to whirl around on the sudden attack, but Eva's hand comes down again, this time with the pliers to the back of his neck, barely avoiding the spine and instead diving deep into flesh. Eva shoves him down to the ground - no need to cover his mouth when he's too busy choking on his own blood and the sharp instruments embedded in his body to call for help - and buries the knife in his throat.
She wouldn't have been able to do that had he been paying attention. She knows she won this fight purely by the element of surprise, and that he would have overpowered her easily if she hadn't made such a impactful first strike, but it still feels like a victory. And she'll take what she can get.
"Let's go, let's go!" If they're trying to get a larval Goa'uld, Eva hopes to god Jamie knows where in the body it is. She doesn't want to have to dissect him, and god only knows what they're going to do with this body. Maybe they'll be punished for attacking a guard. Maybe Sobek won't care. He undoubtedly won't be able to piece together their long-shot of a plan, if only because it's such a ludicrous idea that it wouldn't occur to a reasonable person.