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Post by skybright on Aug 8, 2006 23:51:53 GMT -5
"He better not." Daws growled, examining her claws lazily. "Or I'll give him a point-counterpoint argument he isn't likely to ever forget." She sheathed her claws -- and then chuckled as she realized she was still wearing her mask and gloves.
"Guess I can ditch these." She removed the gloves and peeled off her ski mask, grimacing as she did so. Then she shot a pointed look at Vance. "Not one word about how dumb my fur looks when it's stickin' in all directions like this."
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Post by Jordanna on Aug 8, 2006 23:55:10 GMT -5
Vance grinned at her. "I think it's kinda cute. You've tended to look sorta mad most of the time I've known you, so a little whimsy is a nice change."
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Post by skybright on Aug 9, 2006 0:00:18 GMT -5
Daws laughed. "Y'know, I think that's probably the only time anyone's ever applied the word whimsy to me." She looked thoughtful for a moment, and added "Or the word cute, for that matter -- at least, without meanin' it in the sense of 'aw, a lady detective, how cute'."
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Post by Jordanna on Aug 9, 2006 0:07:49 GMT -5
Vance snorted. "Trust me, when you're busy being a detective, 'cute' is about the last word I'd apply to you."
They were now nearing Daws' office. Vance pulled the van into an alleyway, then wearily climbed down from the driver's seat. He stood collecting himself for a moment, then started with Daws down the sidewalk.
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Post by skybright on Aug 9, 2006 0:20:56 GMT -5
Daws nodded to the small group of Our Lady resistance members who stood in the outer office of Grimalkin, surrounded by duffle bags of pillaged scientific materials.
"Okay, guys, let's lock this stuff in my private office and get outta here. It's way past our bedtimes."
The gathered mutants made quick work of stowing the duffles in Daws' office -- they weren't terribly inconspicuous, but it wouldn't matter for the brief time they'd be there. When the door was once again locked they all gathered in the outer office, watching Daws expectantly.
She grinned. "You all did a heck of a job tonight. You did yourselves -- and our whole operation -- darned proud." She gestured all of them towards the door. "Go home, get some sleep, relax for a couple days. I think we'll be layin' low for a while after this -- you'll hear from the Padre. Be careful out there."
The group filtered out of the office, still grinning with somewhat weary pride. Once Ana and Timothy -- last to leave just as they'd been last to arrive -- were out the door and safely on their way home, Daws turned to Vance.
"Well," she gestured at the battered couch, "Like I said, it's definitely not much. But I'll put up the out-on-a-case sign, and lock the door when I go -- so nobody oughtta bother you, at least."
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Post by Jordanna on Aug 9, 2006 0:27:54 GMT -5
"I appreciate it." Vance smiled wearily and sank down onto the couch. "And if you don't mind, maybe you could make sure I'm up by about six tomorrow evening. I'll have to go reassure Handy that I haven't dropped dead. Besides, we've got that business of sounding out the Spooks to talk about."
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Post by skybright on Aug 9, 2006 0:33:34 GMT -5
"Sure thing." Daws nodded. "I'll have to pick up that stuff to take out to Caddy's anyhow."
She shrugged and retrieved her fedora and trenchcoat from the chair where she'd left them before heading to the Gray Lab. "I'll leave you to get some rest, then. Sweet dreams, Major."
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Post by Jordanna on Aug 9, 2006 0:41:21 GMT -5
"You too," Vance murmured, his eyes already closed. In another moment, he was asleep.
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Post by skybright on Aug 9, 2006 0:49:44 GMT -5
Daws grinned faintly, taped the on a case - call for appointments sign to the door, drew the shade and locked up. Then she turned for home, rubbing somewhat wearily at the disordered fur on her face.
She anticipated a very early call from Tiernan; right now, her biggest hope was that she'd get at least a few hours of sleep first.
Here's hoping that 'no rest for the wicked' thing can be revoked for a few hours, anyway. She grinned. Except as it applies to Nocturne.
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