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[Jun. 24th, 2008|12:11 am] |
Who: Lulu and Marcus Rogan.
What: Talking.
Where: Lulu's flat.
When: Tonight.
Warnings: Probably!
( Oh please don't run and hide. ) |
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[Jun. 24th, 2008|10:59 pm] |
WHO: Jack/Irina
WHAT: Meeting up ... again.
WHERE: Jack's place in Washington.
WHEN: About three days after their first discussion in the main comm.
WARNINGS: Nah. Swearing, maybe?
The pound still held up well against the dollar, and she was grateful for that. She'd managed to make a tidy profit on the flat and things in London, and now she was in the States with a suitcase full of (declared at customs!) bearer's bonds and securities certificates. She'd purchased a small used car when she arrived in Washington - she needed her own transport - but apart from that, she would invest. One never knew, after all.
Right now she was driving up R Street in the diplomatic district, looking at the house and building numbers. She stopped in front of perhaps the most inconspicuous building on the street, and chuckled. Typical Jack. Handing her keys to the doorman (If he ruined the car, she could deal with him), she walked inside and up to the floor Jack had told her he was on. |
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