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The Big Bang [19 Jun 2008|09:11pm] If he could get out of Nevada, he might be all right. Markowitz made one phone call before his television debut, to Clarence Johns, a CIA operative who lived in Hartford, Connecticut. Johns was old school, and he and Markowitz had worked together in the past when the dark-suited agent had still been part of the spook squad. With the advent of the war on terrorism, an inter-departmental feud had broken out with DHS, who many of the older generation considered to be little more than a pack of publicity-hungry glory hounds with no respect for their elders. He'd briefed the other man very quickly about his intentions, and Johns made a tentative agreement to speak to his superiors about bringing his former colleague back into the fold under their protection. "I can't do anything for you until you get here, but we'll try and work something out later. Do you know what you're doing, Josiah?" "Yeah. Yeah, I know exactly. Watch me on the news, this is going to be huge." ( Leaving Las Vegas ) The third shot took him high in the back, punching out on the other side, and his shoes went skidding on the slick tiled floor before the fourth bullet slammed lower, through his rib cage. The agent felt the slug puncture his lung, and he went sprawling facedown just shy of his destination. Oh, they'd screwed the pooch now, hadn't they? Assassinated him in public, like he was JFK. He could feel the blood leaking out of his wounds, staining his white shirt. With an effort, he rolled onto his back. The other agent seemed gigantic from where he lay, the black hole at the end of his gun barrel filling up the world. He didn't feel the third shot at all. The male agent put his weapon away, surveying the crowd. This was going to take some work to explain away, but DHS could manage it. They were the good guys, right? Reply

The Girl With Kaleidescope Eyes [19 Jun 2008|09:47pm] [ mood | exhausted ] [ music | Because I Got High - Afroman ] "Sit on my face and tell me that you love me! I'll sit on your face and tell you I love you, too... I love to hear you oralise... When I'm between your thighs... You blow me away...!" It had been several months since Grace had been in the Wolfram and Hart office building, but in her current condition it had seemed like the place to be. She was still a little high, all that Slayer blood still burning inside her like a five-alarm fire and it was all she could do to keep her hands away from the stake hanging out of her chest like some bizarre popsicle stick. She would have tried extracting it herself, but did not want to slip up and end up as ash on the floor. The door to the inner office opened and the vampire darted a gaze in that direction, her pupils dilating as she wiped the back of her hand over her mouth. Wow, she was fucking stoned. They ought to bottle that shit and sell it like an energy drink. "Who have I got to murder to get some attention around here?" ( I Say, Doctor, (Doctor!) Mr. M.D. ) Giving it over, Marie rubbed the back of neck, her mind absently on other things. "So..." A casual sniff, attention returning. "This your first Slayer kill?" An intrigued lean forward. "Tell me how it felt..." "It was the best sex I ever had." Grace reclined on the lightweight mattress again, the cigarette back in her mouth as she squinted through a thin stream of smoke. "Killin's always like that, really, but this had the sweetest edge on it. Mark my words, you learn to market whatever it is that makes those girls taste so good and you'll make a fuckin' mint." She was getting drowsy, now, the effort of making it here upright finally starting to take its toll. She would sleep for a few hours, then inspect what she could of the healing wound when she woke up. She could already feel the tissues growing back together. Ah, the wonders of modern medicine. "Think I'm gonna' crash for a little while." She pulled the butt out of her mouth, transferring it to a nearby styrofoam cup. "I need my beauty sleep, so's I can be all rested up for ya', later." Reply

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