The reason Mare was spelled Maer is because I like the sound of Night Maer.
I don't own anyone except Devin.
I follow Alana Bloom down the hallway in Quantioco. Her posture is perfect as she walks in heels and a dress while I am walking in a nice flannel and black leggings with stylish boots. "Today we will be evaluating mental stability of some agents here at Quantico." "This ought to be fun." I say smiling.
A few weeks later.
I watch Jack review my profiles from the last few weeks. "These are very detailed Devin. How are you so organized?" He says in awe. "Collage can do that sir." I say chuckling. "Now Devin we need help on psychological profiling serial killers and you are just the person we need." "Who will I be profiling Jack?" "Hannibal Lecter..." "You realize he gutted my father an-" "This will be a normal assignment there will be no emotional attachment to it whatsoever. Do you understand?" "Yes sir I understand." "Good I want a report on my desk by 800 on Friday. You know the drill. If he doesn't talk what is he doing? If he is drawing what is he drawing? Got it Graham?" "Yes sir." I take the dossier from the desk and walk out of the office.
