| Know Not What I Seek |
[20 Feb 2008|12:22am] |
“You’ve got to be kidding me …”
Under Amendment 25 USC 4012 of the Uniting and Strengthening America by Providing Appropriate Tools Required to Intercept and Obstruct Terrorism Act of 2001 (the “USA PATRIOT Act”), the Department of Homeland Security hereby summons you to appear for an informal interview on February 25, 2012, regarding the presence of Nonresident Aliens in the Clark County area.
Jill was flummoxed, to say the least. It wasn’t every day an attorney for Wolfram & Hart came home to a FedEx’d letter from Homeland Security. Granted, she did work for Evil Incorporated, but to the best of Jill’s knowledge, she wasn’t engaged in any terrorist activity.
Now, Jim in Accounting, on the other hand …
( Scared little daddy's girl )
Jill rest the bone on top of the folded letter, staring at the flame as it burned and melted more of the candle wax. She sat in silence for several moments, smiling to herself at the thought of how many times she had to recite that incantation. She’d kept a lot from the Senior Partners over the years, and this would be but one more deception on her part … and if all went well, perhaps she’d be free of their shackles once and for all.
She doubted it, but anything was possible, right?
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| Not By a Longshot |
[20 Feb 2008|01:03am] |
The more she killed, the easier it became.
No, scratch that; the more she killed, the more fun it became.
For Samantha Blanchard, the rules of society no longer applied to her. And even if they did, she didn’t care. The fire in her eyes, the darkness that swallowed her soul, was the result of losing everything she held dear in her life; her job at the Las Vegas Police Department, her son Cory … all of it, taken away by some bloodsucking skank with a penchant for sticking her oversized nose in shit that was no business of hers.
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The Slayer frowned. He’d suffered, but not enough. Not as much as some others would.
Not by a longshot.
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