| Suzy | Date: Wednesday, 23-Oct-2013, 6:01 AM | Message # 1 |
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| She finished the last few checkups on the numbers, studying the screen intently. She had discovered no errors ... the financial difficulties had not affected the agency much. Insecure wives still needed their husbands followed, and paranoid businessmen still needed surveillance and bodyguards for the deal of their lives.
Monica leaned back and made herself comfortably with a small smile. In another month, perhaps she'd be able to start up something else. She wasn't sure what, yet, but it damn well would include hiring a accountant.
Work done, perhaps she should visit the park, if only to invite someone else there ... that Tremere or Malkavian, perhaps. There was alot of potential ...
She turned her head towards her phone as it started playing the Pink Panther theme, while vibrating like a crazed monkey. She reached for it and checked the text with a widening smile. Well. Plans for the evening after all ...
She replied to it, then went for a change of clothes and started undressing ...
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Rage - How dare they?? Clever bastards, clever and low bastards. What was worse, she had liked them. A trap like this was so beyond her expectations, she had never thought it of them ... they were -better- than this! Or so she had thought. Well, she had miscalculated alot of things, it seemed.
Fear - She could die tonight. Die forever, and no one would know. Not in battle, like she'd always imagined her possible end; no one to truly mourn her, because no one would know what happened to her. She could count on a hand the number of people that would truly care. She'd die caught like a fish on a hook, like a sheep going to slaughter.
Denial - Some would care. They would find out. She would not go unavenged. What did they say again? Ah, that's right. Maybe they would not kill her. But then, why this? If they wouldn't even -listen- to the truth, what was the purpose of this? She'd ask them, once she awoke ... if she did ...
She would. There would be a reckoning. She had to believe ...
Darkness.
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Voices ....
.... burning fire, sweet as honey .... singing ...
She wasn't ready. Her mind dived back into the painless oblivion it had been in ever since that night.
Message edited by Suzy - Wednesday, 23-Oct-2013, 6:43 AM |
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