| Fallen From |
[11 Jun 2008|03:07pm] |
The red and blue lights of three squad cars pulsed and flashed, along with those of an ambulance that had parked at the curb. The normally quiet campus was being walked by uniformed officers with flashlights, checking the outlying trees for signs of the intruder's departure, and yellow crime scene tape fluttered in the slight breeze that wafted through the overly warm night. Radio static and muted conversation could be heard.
Michaela was aware of none of it. She'd been sitting on an unforgiving marble bench for over an hour, and despite the remaining warmth of the day someone had draped a blanket over her shoulders because she'd started to shiver. The shock was finally wearing off. She still couldn't cry, though, couldn't burst into tears. She was just...numb.
Drew. That was Drew in there.
One of the uniforms had called a neighbor of hers, asked them to get hold of her children and keep them in their house until they were phoned again. She hoped to God - if there even was such an entity - that both of them were all right.
Drew.
( Kill the Bitch )
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| Calling it Quits |
[11 Jun 2008|11:35pm] |
“What do you mean, you quit?”
Logan folded his arms over his chest, shooting his editor a disgusted glare. “What do you think it means?” he shot back. “It means I’m not writing for this newspaper anymore.”
Gordon Stewart was not a happy man. He scratched his sweaty forehead, an unlit cigar clutched between his teeth. In the 30 years he’d spent as news editor of The Clark County Beacon, he’d never had an investigative reporter with the talent Logan possessed. He’d never seen a reporter so determined and with so many sources, so to hear the man say he was walking away was like a kick in the groin.
“But why?” the portly editor wondered. “We not payin’ you enough or something?”
The pay was fine. Between the paper and the Council, Logan made quite the comfortable living. He just couldn’t handle dealing with the endless assignments and how they would interfere with his other job. When Logan first joined the Beacon, he did so looking to assist his Watcherly duties.
( In a Panic )
“Thank you, Gordon,” Logan said before leaving his former editor’s office, wiping off a tear as he left the building. He’d clean out his office later; for now, the Watcher needed time to clear his head. He was in for a long road, regardless of what Rupert told him to do.
But no matter what, Logan wanted to make sure Samantha didn’t kill anyone else. Impossible as that sounded.
[NPC Gordon Stewart was written by Jeff.]
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