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Post by skybright on May 24, 2006 23:00:41 GMT -5
Daws chuckled. "Yeah, I kind of picked up on that. Much as I like to irritate our friend Major Vance, I think I can probably manage to do so by myself." She fished the key to the office out of her pocket and tossed it to the teenager.
"Go ahead and show yourself around the office -- I'll meet up with ya there once I get done at Our Lady."
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Post by Jordanna on May 24, 2006 23:10:54 GMT -5
"Thanks," Joey said with relief, tucking away Daws' keys in his pocket. Then he frowned. "I don't want you to think I'm not in on Tuesday night. If I can help you, I wanna be there. I just... don't really want to run into Major Vance casually."
"Who would?" Alex murmured, and assumed a perfect imitation of Vance's voice. "This is no Sunday school. You gotta blow stuff up if you wanna grow up, kiddies." He concluded with a derisive snort.
"That's not a half-bad idea for an act," Sid mused.
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Post by skybright on May 24, 2006 23:16:23 GMT -5
Daws snickered. "Yeah. 'Course, with our luck Vance'd take it personal and torch Alex's dressing room."
She reloaded 'Sweetie' and slipped the revolver back into its holster, then retrieved her hat and trenchcoat. "Shall we?"
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Post by Jordanna on May 24, 2006 23:25:07 GMT -5
"Let's," Sid muttered, and turned to pack up his guns.
Alex patted Grace's arm. "I think you've had enough excitement for one day. You go on to the Club. Sid and I will be there later."
Grace nodded agreeably, murmured some goodbyes, and made her retreat. Vance's first appearance at the resistance meeting had given her the creeps, and she wasn't much more eager than Joey was to encounter him if she didn't have to.
"You sure you wanna be movin' around in broad daylight?" Sid asked Miriam, glancing up from his bagful of firepower.
Miriam smiled flatly. "My case is cooling off by now. I'll chance it. I want to hear what the Major has to say."
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Post by skybright on May 24, 2006 23:30:05 GMT -5
"Well, that makes one of us." Daws muttered.
She led the way out of the firing range, nodding to Chuck on her way out.
The four of them emerged into bright late-morning sunlight, and Daws shrugged. "Okay, then. Let's go meet the Grenadier."
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