Interlude: The Enemy of my Enemy.

Disclaimer: Apollo Justice, Ace Attorney, and all related characters, situations, logos, ect, belong to Capcom. The Original Characters who are portrayed in this fiction are technically intellectual property of Spadework2 and Kongu123. (You know, the kind of intellectual property that doesn't make anyone any money...)

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Thalassa zoned out of her story and looked down at her son. She only just noticed what he was doing. Apollo had his elbows on the table in front of him, running his hands through his hair in a frustrated manner. Thalassa's expression showed confusion. "Apollo... is something the matter?"

Apollo shuddered slightly but he didn't look up, "Please tell me... what I think happened in that sewer pipe... didn't actually occur..."

Thalassa blinked then looked up at the ceiling, her face completely serene and happy at the memory, "It was so romantic..."

Apollo looked up from his hands, eyebrow raised, "You're really not telling me what I want to hear..."

Thalassa ignored him, or failed to hear and continued, "...he was so gentle and comforting..."
"Please stop talking..."
"...he knew exactly how to treat me..."
"No, really, please stop."
"And when he-"
"Mom! Please!"

Thalassa shot out of her daze, partly due the volume but mostly to the shock of hearing him call her 'Mom'. She looked at Apollo. His face was a mixture of horror and pleading. Thalassa blushed a little and then scratched the back of her head while giving a nervous smile. "Sorry. I kinda get carried away when speaking about your father."

Apollo wiped the small amount of sweat that gathered on his brow, "Yeah, I noticed. If you had kept on talking, I think I may have been emotionally scarred for life." Thalassa let out a nervous chuckle. Apollo then narrowed his eyes. "So, summing it up, what I think happened... did actually happen?"

Thalassa gulped a little then nodded. "Yes."

Apollo folded his arms. "So what you are trying to say... is that I was conceived in a sewer tube...under the docks...in LA."

"Well not exactly..." responded Thalassa.

Apollo put a hand to his chest and let out a breath. "Thank god! So you used protection then."

Thalassa shook her head. "No. But there was also..." she then started to list places off on her fingers. "the day after that incident in Damion's apartment. Then the time in that cafe...I forget the name... I think it was a French place. Oh, and I can't forget the time we borrowed Phil's car and went to..." Thalassa stopped talking after noticing Apollo's expression. He was completely pale, mouth wide open and his eye was twitching violently. Thalassa placed a hand over mouth. "...I said too much again didn't I?" Apollo said nothing but he nodded his head slowly. Thalassa cringed slightly and gave another nervous smile. "Oops...er... didn't mean to... you know..."
Apollo gently closed his eyes. He then allowed his head to crash into the table in front of him with a quite loud bang which caused Thalassa to jump on her chair. "Apollo! Are you alright?"

Apollo didn't look up, his voice sounded like it was teetering on the edge of sanity. "Yes I'm fine. It was only a mild aneurysm." Thalassa blinked, not understanding what he was saying. Apollo just sighed. "Can we just continue with the story please?"

"Yes, of course." Thalassa then placed a finger to her chin. "Now where was I... Oh yes, I remember. We continue from Damion's apartment..."

Apollo didn't even look up but he raised a finger and pointed at his mother. "I swear, if you continue to talk about your... 'romantic life' I will go nuts."

Thalassa let a small giggle escape from her mouth. "I swear this has nothing to do with that."

Apollo peeked up from the table. "Promise?"

Thalassa winked at her son. "Promise."

Apollo stayed silent for a little while before letting another small sigh escape. "Okay. You can continue."

Thalassa had a bright smile plastered on her face as she picked up from where she left off.

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"The Collins Crew was abuzz with news after our most recent job. Thanks to Earnest, it became a sort of known secret that me and Damion entered into a relationship. It was something the men chuckled about in dark corners of the bar behind our backs... before Damion silenced them with one of his demonic glares.
However, there was more worrying and pressing issues that made the men in red look over their shoulders. There was a traitor in our midst. A person consorting with the enemy. A Collin betraying his brothers... his family. What made it worse is that none of us knew who it was...
At times like these, a man of honor would have to overlook rivalries and bury the hatchet to fight for the greater good. Your father was a man of honor. He was very willing to trust those close to him. It was one of his strengths...
It was also one of his most fatal weaknesses..."

Time Unknown
Location Unknown

Thalassa continued walking through the seemingly never-ending darkness.
'How...did I get here? Where am I? Where is everyone?'
However, her questions remained unanswered fueling the sense of dread that had taken root inside her gut. She clasped her hands together and rubbed them fiercely to warm them up while the rest of her body shivered frantically. It was freezing even though no wind was blowing. There was no weather. No sound. No movement.
Just blackness. And emptiness. And the feeling of being completely and utterly alone...

Her eyes looked up. She saw a sight that made her smile. That brought warmth and hope to her frozen soul. It was him! The only person that ever made her feel so completely safe. The person that made her feel complete.

"Damion!" she shouted. However, he did not react. He stood rooted to the spot, his eyes seemingly staring into nothingness. "Damion!" shouted Thalassa again in apparent distress. She bolted towards him as fast as her legs could carry her. Still Damion did not move. Still his eyes did not wander. She finally reached him, and she outstretched her arms to hug him...but she passed straight through him.
She hit the ground with an audible thud and turned and looked up at Damion, only to see his back. "D-Damion...what's going on?" asked Thalassa, fear evident in her voice.

"It's about time you showed up..." said Damion in a monotonous tone.

"Huh?" Thalassa was utterly confused at this point. Still laying on the ground, she peered through his legs. It was apparent that Damion wasn't speaking to her. A tall figure masked by the darkness stood in front Damion. The figure chuckled.

"I'm sorry. I had business. You know how it is..." Damion glared at the figure, his stance defiant. The figure just raised his finger and wagged it front of him. "Tsk, tsk. You should calm down, or stress will get to you." The man then lost his joking tone. "However, maybe something else will get to you first..."

Damion clenched his fists and Thalassa watched the scene unfold with a mixture of curiosity and horror. "What do you mean by that?" barked Damion.

The dark figure sighed and pulled out a pistol. "You are a murderer. You are a killer. You are a destroyer of lives. You have caused too much pain in this world. You have to be punished..." he pointed the gun at Damion.

Damion's spike drooped and he held out a hand in front of him. "Wait...stop!"

"I'm sorry, kid..." said the man. He pulled the trigger.

Thalassa screamed as she watched Damion jerk back. But then the scene in front of her vanished. Thalassa looked down at her hands to see them covered in blood.

Thal shot up in bed at a perfect 90 degree angle. She placed her hand over her chest to only be met with the fierce thundering of her own heartbeat as she slowly tried to calm her breathing. She looked to the right of herself to calm her fears. Damion was still here, perfectly alive, asleep in bed, snoring gently in peace. Thal took one last deep breath.

'Calm down. It was only a nightmare. I mean come on... It's Damion. Nothing will happen to him.'

Thal rubbed her forehead and looked to her left at the bedside table. The digital clock displayed. 5:03. She sighed yet again. There was no way she was going to get back to sleep after a dream like that and she didn't want to wake Damion up about something so stupid. He'd probably laugh at her. She decided that her best bet was to probably get up early. Maybe have a read of something...

She left the warm confines of the bed and stretched while yawning. She then grabbed some clothes. Not bothered about getting fully dressed, she threw on a shirt and some underwear. She then turned and looked down at the sleeping figure on the bed. She smiled. She couldn't believe it. She managed to convince Damion, AKA Apollo the worlds biggest workaholic to take a day off for her. He groaned and mumbled and complained about the prospect, but some puppy dog eyes and her convincing demeanor won him over in the end. She heard some people in the Marionette mention that she was good for him. They were wrong (Although she wouldn't openly refute anybodies compliments). He was good for her for reasons they couldn't imagine.

Thal proceeded to tiptoe out of the room, careful not to awaken Damion. She carefully opened the door then gently closed it behind her. She exhaled a sigh of relief when she managed to get out of the room without waking him up. She then took in her surroundings. It was amazing that she had practically been living here for the last two weeks yet still hadn't had a good look around the place. With the busyness of work recently and lack of days dedicated to relaxing, she had mainly used this place to sleep (most of the time) and eat and very little else. And judging the look of the apartment, Damion used it like that as well. It was very clean and had basic amenities, which was amazing seeing as though that Damion must have quite a bit in the bank by now, especially considering the car she had finally convinced him to buy. The place looked untouched like it hadn't actually been lived in. Thal pinched the bridge of her nose.
'Damion... you must really learn that there is more to life then work...'

Bored and not wanting to wake Damion, Thal decided that she should look for a book. She went to the large wooden bookcase and started run her fingers along the spines of the books. Well... she thought they were books, however they didn't feel... correct. They felt more harder and plastic. Confused, Thal removed one of them. It was a plastic box and opened it...
'Audio tapes...'
She pulled more and more out one after the other but it just revealed more and more tapes. She raised an eyebrow wondering why Damion didn't have a single paperback in the building.

"Not disturbing you am I?" came a calm voice from behind Thal causing her jump slightly and drop the box of tapes she was holding. She frantically tried to scoop them up before they created a mess and turned to meet a bemused Damion with his hands on his hips. He was wearing a simple red shirt and jeans.

Thal scratched the back of her neck. "Oh...you're up early..."

"I could say the same to you." replied Damion with a smirk. "Anything the matter?"

Thal shrugged. "Nothing much. Bad dream. Couldn't sleep."

Damion's face expressed concern. "Wanna talk about it?"

Thal replayed the images in her head. Damion being shot. Inhumanely jerking towards the ground. It sent a shiver up her spine. "No...it's nothing..."

Damion looked as though he was going to press further, but he knew when boundaries weren't to be pushed. "Okay, if you say so..."

Silence followed as both of them looked into each others eyes. He didn't have to ask. He knew something had bothered her. But it didn't matter. He would protect her from anything...even hell itself. It was Thal that broke the eye contact and spun round, looking at the bookcase again. "Damion?"

"Hmm?" said Damion as he stood next to her.
"Why do you have so many of these tapes?"

It was a question that caused him to blink several times out of shock. "Err... to listen to of course."

Thal rolled her eyes. She didn't even need her bracelets to know he was being evasive again. She could just be blunt and point it out to him, but she decided to be a bit more devious to get the information. "Yeah, but why don't you just have books? I mean I tried to find one earlier but..." she turned and looked at him and found he was finding his feet really interesting all of a sudden.
'Wait a minute. Is he embarrassed by something?'

It took awhile before Damion spoke up again. "Can...you keep a secret?" he said quietly.

Thal looked shocked for a moment, then placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Of course."

Damion lifted his head a little. "No, really, you can' tell this to anyone else..."

Thal gulped a little and nodded. "I swear. I won't tell anyone."

Damion sighed then nodded. "Okay, here goes..." He took a deep breath. "*mumble* *mumble* read..."

Thal blinked. "I'm sorry what?"

Damion gave another sigh. "I...can't read..." There was silence for a what seemed like an age. "I know...it's stupid right?" said Damion obviously flustered.

Thal realized she just stared blankly at him for few seconds dumbstruck before recovering herself. "N-No, it's not that... just wow..." Damion looked really embarrassed before Thal smirked. "But...you're like the smartest guy I know. You had an argument with Vlad the other day about World War 2. It sounded like you were a historian. You were coming out with dates and everything."

Damion looked up, a playful smile on his face. "Are you suggesting that people that can't read are dumb?"

Thal shot back in shock. "What...no...that's not what I meant..." she playfully punched Damion on the arm while smiling. "Stop twisting my words around!" Damion was glad that the atmosphere became more relaxed. It made this awkward moment that much more bearable.

"I've always had trouble reading. Writing too. Ever since I was a kid," Damion looked up at the tapes and tapped his forehead. "however, I have a good memory. Things I hear and see, I usually don't forget."

"Thus the tapes?" asked Thal

"Thus the tapes." confirmed Damion. Thal mouthed a small 'wow'.

"So...you remember most things correct?" she asked with a impish smile and a challenging tone. Damion returned it.

"You bet."
"When is my Birthday?"
"10th December."
"Phil's?"
"2nd February."
"Kurtious's?"
"19th April."

"Jesus Christ..." muttered Thal in disbelief.

Damion shrugged. "That ones easy. 25th December."

Thal narrowed her eyes at him then folded her arms. "Okay what did I have for Lunch?"

Damion put a finger to his chin for a few moments before responding. "Two tortillas filled with chicken, melted cheese, chilli sauce and lettuce. For desert, you had strawberry ice cream with chocolate sauce and pecan nuts. I believe that you also had a grape juice with it. We were served by a portly Italian called Joe."

Thal's mouth dropped open. "I'm sorry Damion, but that is fucking freaky..."

Damion shrugged. "Well I thought your lunch was a bit weird too but I thought it would be rude to mention it."

Thal gave a non serious glare. "I meant your memory not my food."

"Oh," responded Damion while nervously rubbing his hair. "Told you I found it hard to forget things."

Thal put her hands on her hips and shook her head. "Yeah, no kidding..." her forehead then wrinkled as she was deep in thought. "Damion."
"Yeah?"
"What is it like when you try to read?"

Damion crossed his arms. "I dunno... it's kinda hard to explain. It's like the letters and words on a page just keep moving about..."

Thal clicked her fingers. "Ha ha!" she said loudly receiving an odd look from Damion in return. "You have dyslexia."

Damion blinked. "Dys- what- hea?"

Thal gave a small smirk. "Dyslexia. It's a also known as word blindness. It's when a person struggles to read written words. It's quite a common learning disability."

Damion's left eye twitched. "Disability? How comes I've never heard of it!"

Thal shrugged. "It's quite well known. It's in nearly in every medical book.." Thal bit her tongue under Damion's narrowed glare after realising what she said. However, he did something that Thal wasn't expecting. He laughed.

Damion laughed on his own for a few minutes before looking back up his book shelf. "You know...it explains a lot. Ever since I was a kid, I just couldn't keep up with people at school. People called me stupid, even the teachers, even my fath-" Damion almost bit his tongue and looked down at the floor. "Hell, I started to believe them..." Damion then closed one of his hands into a tight fist. "But I was tough. And when people had low opinions of me, I had to prove them wrong. I got into fights and trouble almost weekly until I was kicked out. And then my exciting career as a crook began." He chuckled lightly. "Maybe if they knew what you told me now, maybe my life could have gone differently..."

Thal placed a hand over mouth. "Damion, do you regret what you have become?"

Damion stood in silence pondering before finally reaching his answer. "No." he said eventually. "I enjoy my work. It pays well, I have more friends then I ever had before and I believe in the cause we fight for." He then turned and faced Thal "But most importantly, I met you by doing what I do..."

Thal was taken aback. His eyes and her bracelets told her everything. It was the truth. The honest, blunt, brutal truth. She was about to respond when a knock on the door disturbed them. They both turned towards the offending noise. Damion stole a glance at his watch. "It's ten past five in the morning." he muttered.

"Expecting someone?" murmured Thal nervously.

Damion shook his head. The door knocked again louder. Damion gave Thal a serious look. "Get into the bedroom. This could be bad."
"But Da-"
"Now!"

Thal's eyes widened, but then she nodded, knowing not to push her luck. She went to the bedroom door and shielded herself behind it while peeping on Damion who was grabbing a shotgun from near the door. The images of the dream were still fresh in her mind, causing her to be more on edge then ever.
'Please don't be bad. Please don't be bad. Please don't be bad...' She recited in a begging tone in her head.

Damion placed a hand on the door handle while holding his shotgun with the other. He took a deep breath and, deciding attacking was the better part of defense, opened the door with blinding speed and pointed his weapon at the face of the intruder. Thal couldn't see who was outside the threshold and the few seconds of dead silence seemed like an eternity to her. It was then when Damion spoke. "Oh...it's you..." he said in an annoyed tone while relaxing a little.

Braggart went crossed eyed looking at the barrel pointed at the center of his face. He then sighed and, with the usual cocky smirk, smacked the barrel away gently with the closed umbrella he held in his right hand. "Do you treat all your cold callers with the same amount of brutality? I must say that Jehovah witnesses must shit themselves when they hear they have to knock on your door."

Damion frowned. "What do you want Braggart?"

Braggart shrugged. "Can't a man visit his brother-in-arms?"

Damion finally placed the firearm behind the door again. "Not at quarter past five in the morning, no. Especially when we don't see eye to eye."

Braggart chuckled quietly. "I suppose you have a point... 'Apollo.'" Damion cringed a little. He always hated the way Braggart said Apollo. He never heard a man make a name sound like a nails on chalkboard experience before. The two glared at each other for a few seconds before Braggart outstretched his hand in a questioning gesture. "So...are you going to let me in or make me stand out here and admire your mahogany coloured face all day?" Damion narrowed his eyes before grumbling and stepping to the side allowing Braggart in. "Thank you very much." Braggart walked in before shaking his umbrella and propping it up next to Damion's gun. It was at this point that he noticed Thal standing in the doorway of the bedroom.

Thal smiled at Braggart and nodded. "Hello. Nice to see you Brag."

Braggart cringed internally at the little nickname that Thal had given him before smirking as he realised a way he could get his own back. "Ah. Hello there Ms...Smith wasn't it?" He looked her up and down and produced an evil grin. "Well, that's quite revealing clothing you're wearing."

Thal jumped as she realised what (little) she was wearing in front of her boss's son. She covered herself up and blushed while backing into the bedroom. "Oh...well...you know...I guess I should go the bathroom and get ready...ha...ha...heh...excuse me..." she then scooted away.

Braggart stroked his chin. "Well, I can see why you like her 'Apollo', she certainly has some... interesting assets..." Braggart looked to his left and saw Damion giving him one of his trademark glares, however Braggart was so use to them that he just smiled and shrugged. "Calm down. I'm not interested in your woman. I prefer them over the legal age," he sat down at the dining room table and looked up at Damion. "you can keep your nymphets Mr Humbert."

Damion snorted and sat opposite him. "She's old enough and this isn't some Russian novel."

"Ah, you've read the novel 'Lolita' then?" said Braggart in a surprised tone. "I must say, you shock and impress me with your knowledge of culture every time I meet you."

Damion shrugged. "I saw the film..."

Braggart chuckled. "And thus my opinion of you goes down again..."

After this short exchange, the two sat in uncomfortable silence before Damion spoke. "Cut the crap, Braggart," shot Damion flippantly. "what do you want?"

Braggart's face became serious. Deadly serious. "We need to talk."

Damion held his hands out. "We are."

Braggart shook his head. "No. Important talk."

Damion leaned forward. This could be bad. "Is it about a job?"
"More important than that."
"Really..."

Braggart nodded his head. "It's about the Crew."

Damion raised an eyebrow. "Shouldn't you be talking about this kind of stuff with your father? I don't really have a say in the day to day running of things."

Braggart gave a fake smile that didn't disguise his pain. "My father." he chuckled. "You know about him..."

Damion looked away. Could his worse fears be true. "I don't know what you mean..." he lied.

Braggart slammed the table with his fist. "Don't act like a fool Damion! You're smarter than that! I know! You know! Everyone fucking knows!" Damion was taken aback by the outburst and the fact that Braggart actually complimented him. "He's...not getting any better..."

Damion looked at the angry young man in front of him. "I-I see..."

Braggart sighed. "Not only that but we have a man within our ranks betraying us. He's consorting with the police, the Cadaverinis, the Yardies and god knows who else. The Collin's Crew has never been this weak before." He looked up at Damion, fire in his eyes. "I will not let us be eclipsed..."

Damion nodded indicated he understood but he still had a question. "That doesn't answer the question of why you came to me."

Braggart folded his arms. "We need to work together."

Damion raised an eyebrow at this statement, then let it drop. He allowed a small smirk to appear on his face. "I thought you didn't trust me?"

"Don't get me wrong," said Braggart while tapping his finger against his arm "I don't like you as a person. I've made that clear. I don't like your personality or where you have come from." he then met the eyes of his rival from across the table. "But as a brother, I respect you. You have gone above the call of duty for this family and further. You have only taken one day off and that's because your girlfriend begged you to do so. I'm not blind enough to let my personal feelings towards a person make me stop making good decisions. I know you wouldn't betray us." Damion couldn't believe it. Yet more praise from Braggart? He wondered if he should pinch himself. Braggart continued. "Apollo, you have street smarts and gained the respect of many men. Team that with my information retrieval skills and connections, we could be unstoppable. Together, we can root out this man that has sullied our brotherhood."

Damion sighed. "Us work together? I don't know..."

"Damion, we are the future of this organization. We need to start acting like it, not fucking around and getting in each others faces. It only makes us weaker and more vulnerable if we can't start trusting each other."

Damion lowered his head. He couldn't argue with that point. "What do we need to do?"

Braggart allowed a small smile to reappear on his face. "Nothing much. I just need to go out on jobs with you so I can analyse the other brothers. If they ask, say father ordered us to work together. I'll try to figure out who the traitor is..."

"You don't think I can do that myself?" argued Damion slightly offended.

Braggart snorted. "You see them all as your friends. You trust them all. Your opinion cannot be trusted." Damion gritted his teeth. He was right. He couldn't see any of them as a double-crosser. "Also, if my sources are correct, this man will make a move soon."
"A move?"

Braggart nodded. "Yes. A big one too. Super big. We need to be prepared to fight in a unit if it comes to the worse." They sat in silence, each regarding what was said. "So," said Braggart eventually "Truce?" He held out his hand.

Apollo looked at it. He nodded and shook it. "For the family." he said.

Braggart nodded with a smile. "For the family."

Another hand clasped on top of the pairs. "For the family." said Thal in more appropriate clothes and a smile plastered on her face. She looked down to see the pair glaring at her. "What?"

Damion groaned. "How much did you hear?"
"All of it.""
"...You're way too sneaky sometimes you know that..."

Thal stuck her tongue out at Damion while Braggart smiled his usual cocky smile. "Yes...sneaky seems to be one of your best traits." he muttered getting the attention of both of the others in the room. "...Ms Gramarye."

Both Damion's and Thal's eyes shot open in shock as both of them having the same thoughts.
'Oh shit...' Swiftly followed by 'There's a large bounty out on me/ her!'

Braggart slowly got up and brushed down his suit. He then slowly walked towards Thal as she backed up against a wall. "I told you information gathering was my speciality." he said with pride. He then looked down at the cowering form of Thal. "Thalassa Gramarye, may I ask you something?"

"Y-Yes?" she squeaked. Both Damion and Thal were worried about the same thing. Was Braggart going to ask her to turn herself in to her father for the bounty? Damion tightened his fists under the table. He would kill Braggart if he does, no matter what they discussed earlier.

Braggart smiled. "Could you please do a magic show soon on the stage at the bar?"

Damion slid off his chair in shock and Thal looked dumbstruck. "What?" she asked.

Braggart, oblivious to all the confusion, put a finger across his chin. "Oh, I like your singing, don't get me wrong, but I've heard Gramarye magic is to die for."

"Erm...okay." muttered Thal nervously.

"Excellent!" exclaimed Braggart.

"So you're not gonna take me back?" asked Thal while scratching her neck. "Y'know, for the bounty?"

Braggart folded his arms. "Why would I do that? Most of our gang is made up of disillusioned runaways and dregs of society. I mean, look at Damion..."

"Hey!" said Damion pulling himself off the floor. "I'm not a dreg of society."

Braggart just shook his head with a smile before Thal tapped him on the shoulder. "Yes?"

"How may others know my identity?"

"Everybody."

"Everybody!" shouted Thal loudly causing the two men to wince.

Braggart recovered first. "Yeah I believe they are having bets on when you will come clean. I think Phil has several thousand on it..."

Thal clenched her fists and a vein appeared in her forehead. "Phil you little..."

"Well I'll take that as my cue to leave." muttered Braggart grabbing his umbrella. He then paused in front of the door. "Oh, If you do decide to come clean about your name, I'd recommend that you do it next week."

"Why?" asked Damion and Thal in unison.

Braggart turned and outstretched his arms. "Well, I'd like to win some money back." He then shot a genuine smile at the pair that Damion couldn't help but return. Braggart then left. He closed the door behind him, his smile becoming more and more devious the further away he got from the apartment...

Damion's smile disappeared after a moment.
'But the last major bet everybody had... the son of a bitch thought I was gay!'

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Kristoph Gavin in Grand Theft Turnabout- Japanifornia

Apollo: *Looks up at his boss on the computer* Sir, what are you doing?
Kristoph: Well Apollo, I've just beat a prostitute to death, stole a car, got in a car chase with the police, run a few people over and robbed a liquor store.
Apollo: *Smirks* Yes, Those GTA games can be fun.
Kristoph: Yes...Grand Theft Auto...ha...that's...that's what I meant...ahem...
Apollo: ...

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Authors Notes.

If it wasn't obvious by the incredible increase in length, the reins of this wagon have been passed back to Spadework, while I have taken Shotgun. Things are coming to a head, aren't they? Leave a review, it's greatly appreciated :)

Seasons Greetings,

Kongu123

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I'm back in the saddle and it feels GREAT! Then again...it's the only thing that feels great right about now. I'm really quite ill. Coldkiller X can't help me on this one. Reviews might help though when I read them from under my duvet...

*Cough* *Hack* *Splutter*,
Spadework2