| The combination to open any safe, made by anyone, is always C4 |
[Jan. 21st, 2010|03:03 pm] |
Who: Fiona Glenanne and Michael Westen
Where: An "undisclosed location"
What: Fiona making plans. This will probably involve explosions.
Warnings: It's Fiona Glenanne. She is not a safe person to be around. Neither is Michael Westen.
A resourceful woman, when suddenly transported to an unfamiliar world, can find a number of ways to make money. Some of them are even legal. Not that Fiona Glenanne has tried any of them.
The legal ways just aren't as much fun, after all. But she's a particular sort of woman, and selective, so she's limited herself to ... well, the sort of things Michael Westen wouldn't object to.
Except for perhaps the crate of semiautomatic MK46s she'd liberated and sold to a much better home, but honestly, some boys just don't deserve that calibre of toy.
Little by little, job by job, she's managed to leverage enough funds together to get the hell out of the UK. Away from whatever crazy splinter of the IRA would think it would be a grand thing indeed to blow up a traitor to the Republic of Ireland, one and indivisible, even though the man she'd turned in used patriotism as an excuse to murder children, and cared nothing for the weeping mothers and fathers of Ireland.
Wherever Michael Westen is, he doesn't seem to be in the UK. But wherever he is, she'll need to be able to find him without constantly looking over her shoulder.
And ideally in a place that offers a plethora of shoe shops. |
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