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[01 Jul 2008|04:32pm] |
Jill couldn’t believe the knot in her gut as her plane landed at Reagan International.
She was in her second start from scratch in the last few months, after her transition from Wolfram & Hart to Project Integration went, quite literally, nowhere. But Uncle Sam for some reason decided Jill was better served in the Federal Bureau of Investigation, and was relocating her in lieu of actual termination.
Which, considering her former employer, was a welcome relief.
The luggage rack took forever, as it always did. It seemed as if travel was more of a hassle than ever, even when someone else was footing the bill. Why the FBI saw fit to hire Jill was beyond the former layer’s comprehension, but she wasn’t exactly chomping at the bit to find out why.
She was getting another shot, and all that mattered to her now was making sure she didn’t fuck it up.
( The Moment You Said Yes )
[NPC Agenta Rivers and Creswell were written by Paul.]
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| The Last Loose End |
[01 Jul 2008|09:08pm] |
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Things were finally setting into place – even if the Elders felt it was taking too long. Epimetheus was amazed how vampires so old could be so impatient. It wasn’t like they were on their deathbeds or anything.
All that mattered to the vampire was that what he paid Grace to do had been done. The child had been found and the Slayer murdered. Epimetheus took great joy in learning of Samantha’s demise, even if some part of him was a little jealous. He hoped to one day kill a Slayer of his own, and one as twisted as Samantha seemed like the perfect candidate.
Only problem was, Grace deserved that kill, not Epimetheus. He realized that, and used that fact to his – and the Order of Zeus’ – advantage. With Samantha gone, their chances of securing the Chosen Child and seeing the fruition of the prophecy were that much better.
( Double Cross )
Grace found a few splintered boards piled up in a far corner of the roof, and on her way back she had the beginnings of an idea. She'd have to check out a couple of things first, make sure everything was kosher, but if she was right -- and when wasn't she? -- the Order of Zeus would be left holding their dicks, both metaphorical and not.
She looked down at what was left of Epimetheus, then pushed the stake through his chest and into his heart. A mercy killing, of all things. She watched him turn to ash, the breeze picking up the remains and scattering them as if he'd never existed at all. People who fucked with her got dead, that was just how it was.
"I'll find the cure for what ails him. 'Cause I'm smarter than you."
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