Hola everyone! Unfortunately every Crossing Jordan story I was in the process of writing I lost when my disk decided to crash on me, so I'm starting over…here's my first new story... Italic will be other peoples thoughts, Bold is Jordans…typical disclaimer here...


In the Line of Fire
(J/G, J/H UST/Friendship)
(pg-13/R)


 10:13 P.M.
 Somewhere in Boston

 It was time for Boston to feel the flames of the White Dragon.
Working his way up the Eastern Seaboard, every major city had felt his wrath, and now Boston was up at the plate.
The group he'd belonged to had long since denounced him, calling him 'far too radical' for their tastes.
Well fuck them He thought bitterly. If they weren't ready,
willing and able to insure the future of the white race, then maybe they shouldn't even be involved in the war.
Shaking with righteous indignation, he scoped out his first targets, a couple of gay black men.
Lovely, He sneered in the darkness. Not only are they Negroes,
but they're homos at that. A perfect first example for these fine
people in Boston to get horrified over.
Waiting until they were in their apartment and hopefully sound
asleep, he went over his plan again in his head.
Spill the accelerator as soon as you enter, then find their
apartment, fuck with the lock and drown their sins in the holy fire of the White Dragon. Let their souls be judged by the Almighty, as all others have been...
Fingering the tattoo on his left arm of a dragon clutching a cross,
he waited...