| 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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[May. 13th, 2009|01:05 am] |
Who: Michael Westen and Fiona Glenanne
What: Reunion, of a kind
Where: Coffeehouse in London
Warnings: Depends if Fiona decides to give in to that twitchy trigger finger? ;)
When you're a spy and you find yourself in an entirely new situation beyond your control where you don't quite understand the rules, the best thing to do in a lot of cases is, in fact, absolutely nothing. Sit around for a while in a coffee house or some other public area long enough, and sooner or later, whoever screwed up the latest chapter in your life will come along to gloat and then most likely make you an offer you're unable to refuse. Either way, they have the information, and you don't, and there's no point looking like a headless chicken trying to figure it out when it can just as easily come to you.
For the record, I'm still waiting on the offer, but right now I would just settle for a decent espresso, because while England has a lot of things going for it, good espresso isn't one of them.
If Michael Westen is tense, he's not showing it. It's an unusually sunny day, considering that it's London, but what passes for warm in this country has nothing on Miami's summer sun. A half-empty coffee cup sits before him on the table as he peruses the contents of his alleged replacement's wallet and waits for Fiona to show.
On the plus side, she likely won't have had time to fill the trunk of a car with a large batch of high-end assault rifles. |
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