“I can make things easier for us both.” Her voice was a demonic whisper in his ear. “You must listen to me. Remember, I can take her away from you forever. Do not give me reason to when I am offering you something Waller could never. A life.” She said to him, her head rising slightly, letting her cheek rub against his face. “All I ask is for one thing that you have of mine. A trade.”
A life. He’d never really had one, and sitting here, messed up as he was, Rick could go without it. In the case of June Moone… a life, a second chance, was all he cared to give her. At the cost of his own heartbeat. Her words were honest, alluring, and Flag knew it would be much easier to give in. Play things out her way. The Colonel was sick of marching beneath another shadow, being leashed, threatened. To escape Waller this way would put him in the witch’s clutches instead. Freedom? A life? No… there would be death. Death was something neither Richard or June would stand for. “… I get your heart… and what would you give me…? A second with her before you run off and have your way? Visitation?” It was laughable, yet Richard played along… if only to keep her around.