Please be Polite to the Man with the Gun

[dragonyphoenix]

Title: Please be Polite to the Man with the Gun
Fandom: Leverage
Characters: Hardison, Eliot
Rating: PG
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but they will be, once I've taken over the world. Bwah-ha-ha
Summary: Written for a prompt at Bite Sized Bits of Fic: Leverage, author's choice, 'Please be polite to the man with the gun'

Hardison took a step back, raising his hands slowly, as his eyes shifted left, looking at Eliot like he was completely nuts. “Please be polite to the man with the gun.”

In a flash that Hardison could barely follow, Eliot had gotten in close to the guy, done something that suggested he'd hit him since the guy staggered back, and then was standing next to Hardison again. He pulled a cartridge out of the gun and then tossed the two pieces, gun and ammo, off in opposite directions.

“Doesn't have a gun now.”