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Electional Blackmail Part 2: Out Of The Blue
Laura perched on the cushions of Bill's couch, eager fingers tearing into the crisp white envelope - she could feel his eyes boring into her as she pulled a letter from its paper confines.
Bill watched intently as Laura removed the note, straightening the paper out with a frim flick of her wrist, before skimming the words through her dark framed spectacles.
Initially the change in her was slight; Laura's shoulders had stiffened – her posture more rigid and in complete contrast to how she had relaxed back into the couch upon entering his quarters. But what truly gave away her discomfort was the colour slowly draining from her face.
"Laura?" Bill asked, his voiced laced with concern.
She looked up at him sharply, clutching the paper to her chest.
"You okay?"
"I'm fine…really..." A tight, unconvincing smile twitched at her lips as she stood abruptly, moving briskly towards the door. "Thank you for your hospitality Bill, but I really must be going…"
"Wait," Bill took a step towards her, but she took a guarded one back. "What the hell is in that letter?"
"Nothing." She answered defensively, before softening her tone. "I'm tired. I have an early morning meeting to prepare for…" It was an obvious lie and they both knew it, so she swiftly changed tactics, resorting to use the one excuse he wouldn't probe. "It's personal."
xXx
As Laura fled Bills quarters, heart beating loudly in time with her hurried footsteps, the words written on paper she still clutched tightly in her hand, swirled through her anxious mind.
'Laura,
It's time we talked.
Christine'
The only Christine that Laura knew had perished with the rest of civilisation when the colonies were attacked – hadn't she?
Laura breathed deeply, fighting back a wave of nausea.
'Is Christine Adar still alive?'
TBC
Author Notes:
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