Author: qsmad69
Disclaimer and all other notes and warnings: see other chapters. But be warned from here on out there are severe injuries to several well liked and not so well liked characters. Along with some violence.
1 The Storm Part Seven
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Michel and Jared Stark sat nervously on the private jet bound for LA unbeknownst to Jared that is. Michel was about to finally finish what he had started with Russell and Luther. It was something that Michel felt Jared did not need to know at the present time. He would when it was time, but not now.
The jet skidded to a stop on the dampened runway. The rain had stopped but the air was cool and fresh from the last several rain filled days. Jared Stark stepped off the plane. He had not known where Fawkes was being kept so winding up in LA was of no surprise to him. Jared removed the gloves he had been wearing effortlessly. He stood on the runway as he awaited his brother's arrival.
"Jared you all set?" Michel asked pounding down the stairs from the plane as though he hadn't a care in the world.
"Actually brother, I am past ready. How about Fawkes? You have his whereabouts in this town I suppose?"
Michel was rather tight lipped and the nervousness shown on the corners of his mouth as he spoke. "Of course I know where Fawkes is. He's exactly where he's been for the past month or so."
Jared looked at his brother a bit concerned he always knew when Michel was trying to keep something from him. He had this small quiver at the corner of his mouth. "Michel, what aren't you telling me? Don't tell me nothing!" Jared pointed to Michel's mouth. Michel put his hand up to the corner of his mouth and sighed in defeat.
"Alright, alright, I guess I wasn't being exactly … honest. Fawkes is in Utah under the supervision of my men, of course."
"I thought you said that the agency spotted your men?"
"I did, but you don't know them like I do. Besides, we're here to get my precious little plan underway." Michel picked up his bag from the ground in front of him and walked to the gate. Jared in turn followed running up behind.
"And what plan is that Michel." Jared asked.
"Well, first I have a couple of extra baggage I need to get rid of that should make the agency think I'm not going to Utah. But of course we know that I am. You see, Stephen says he overheard them saying his partner was dead, but I don't think their that stupid. If I'm right then we have two agents of my own that would be more than willing to help us with no questions asked."
"You know Michel, brother dear." Jared swung an arm around his brother. "I don't think the agency would kill anyone at all, that's why they keep bringing up the rear in our little plans brother. Nevertheless, your men along with a couple of my best men and fawkes will be begging us to end this." The two men laughed nonchalantly as they walked with arms around shoulders through the glass doors.
Over the last several hours and days since the conception of the plan, Bobby came and went continuously. The plan was going nicely, but what they really needed was Darien if it were to go smoothly.
Bobby pleaded with Claire to allow Darien to go up the road with them to see if the plan was at all feasible. She relented, only because she was coming along.
The group stood along the dirt road overlooking the creek down below. A pipe ran from one side to the other of the cliffs. Another pipe ran along the edge of the cliff where the group stood. A large ravine came out in front of the pipe further up the road. Darien decided it was a good place to hide. He also thought that if they lead Michel to the pipe that jutted out some hundred feet above the creek Darien could get Michel alone out there. The rest they would play by ear. Bobby set up an alternate plan just in case, but Darien's plan was surely the best plan.
The phone rang out in the small Motel 6 in LA. Luther answered.
"Hello?"
"Luther, its Michel you've done your job well. Now, if you could please go..." After some two minutes of Michel giving orders, Luther hung up the phone with urgency. He briskly walked to the unmade bed across the room. Leaning down he rose up the bedspread, reached underneath the bed, and pulled out a large black duffle bag. On the zipper it had a tag marked explosives. Luther had made sure to put that there so Russell would leave it alone.
Lifting the large oversized bag over his shoulder Luther grabbed Russel by the arm pulling him from his sitting position on the bed. A cartoon of roadrunner played on the television set he had been watching.
Russel resisted still intensely watching the television.
"C'mon Russel the man says we gotta go, we gotta go!" Luther pulled Russel falling and tripping behind him. As Luther was about to open the door a knock came.
Luther turned to his small partner who had lost his footing and was trying to get up from the floor. "Russ you expecting anybody?"
"Yeah!" Russel said as he stood and brushed himself off not really needing to, but doing it anyway.
Luther's eyes bulged and the question was in his eyes as he glared at Russel.
"So Russ? Who are we expecting?" Luther urged after he still got no response from Russel.
Russel looked at him in confusion till it hit him. "Oh, oh yeah um, it was our buddies from prison the ones that was gonna help us out with the hit on the safe house. You said for 'em to be here at 10 sharp to go over plans for the hit while we wait for word from Michel."
Luther nodded nonchalantly as he opened the door to the familiar faces.
Two rather large muscular looking European men stormed through the door knocking Luther to the ground. "Watch it!" Luther screamed at the two. Even as he did a large hand came down to help him up from the floor. "Sorry about that man, here let me help ya up there." Luther ignored the gesture turning his attention to the large bag at his side. Luther opened the bag checking the contents inside. "Rocky my man, you are so lucky nothing was damaged."
Rocky was a large and muscular man. His looks were more like that of a sumo wrestler really. Now, Joey on the other hand he was just big. Muscles so big even Arnold Schwarzenagger would turn and run the other way. Rocky and Joey met Russel and Luther just after Darien got out. They had been in for arms dealing and assault and battery on some storeowner. Being European and from wealthy families they got out within weeks, but not before they formed a lasting friendship with Russel and Luther.
Just then a short skinny little man pushed his way through the crowd. "Guys, guys, guys now is not the time for arguments save them for later. Now, show me the goods and lets get this little caper movin' now, huh?"
"Ritchie my man!" Luther threw his arms around the little man slapping his back with affection. Ritchie in turn did the same.
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An hour later the group slowed in front of a small non-consequential looking house in the middle of a small suburban neighborhood. It was dark and quiet with no one on the streets except for a parked car in front of the house across the street. Probably an agent, but he looked like he was asleep so the group slowed even more eventually parking in the driveway of the safe house.
Joey and Rocky along with Ritchie exited the white and silver mini van. As Luther and Russel exited the van the others turned. "Okay guys, let' s get the show on the road here, men." The small group was all dressed like agents as to not alarm the neighbors or for that matter the agents that were likely inside. Knocking on the safe house door no one answered.
With worry on their faces Ritchie reached down to pick the lock finding it already unlocked they entered with caution. Luther motioned for Rocky and Joey to check around back.
Ritchie, Luther, and Russel slowly entered the safe house. It was quiet, too quiet. Luther checked the bedrooms while Russel and Ritchie split up Russel taking the living area in the back and Ritchie taking the kitchen and pantry.
"Luther! Man, you better come back here and see this!" Russel screamed. Luther came running into the room stopping abruptly at the sight before him. Ritchie also came running, but without the abruptness of Luther. "Hey Luther, we got the same thing back there in the kitchen man." There in front of them were two agents on the couch their hands were handcuffed behind their backs, they were slumped over one leaning on top of the other face down, with large pools of blood trickling from the back of their heads down onto the beige couch. One more agent was lying face down with a pool forming from two maybe three gunshot wounds to the head and back.
Rocky and Joey stormed in seeing the scene before them shaking their heads. "Man, someone is really pullin' one over on us Luther, 'cause, I just found three more outside two out back and that guy in that parked car, he ain't sleepin' man." Luther stormed through the room looking for clues as to who might have done their job before they did. He threw pillows and knocked over lamps searching for any clue they might have left at all.
"Luther, what are ya doin' man? This ain't no time to be tearin' the place apart. We need to get out of here!" Russel screamed in an urgency they all could hear.
"I am not trying to tear the place apart Russel! I am however looking for a reason as to why these guys were killed before we got here." All of the men began looking everywhere, when Rocky opened a closet door with death staring him in the face he gasped in fear. All heads turned, but Rocky was too frozen to respond. Luther ran to the door a bomb with a note attached stared him in the face. Russel coming up behind him grabbed the note which set off the bomb, which would have gone off in 20 seconds anyway had Russel not done that.
The timer counted down from 00:15 seconds.
Joey pulled at Rocky as the others tore out the door, but even Joey's strong muscles weren't enough to pull Rocky from his trance.
Luther, Russel, and Ritchie ran towards the van. Joey started towards the door then, KABOOM! The explosion lifted Russel, Luther, and Ritchie up slamming the trio into the parked car across the street. Regaining as much composure as possible the three turned looking back on the burning building. They looked in pure horror as they watched the flames engulf their friend Joey, he had almost made it, but not making it far enough he had not escaped the subsequent and evident flames that now engulfed him.
Luther looked over to Russel as the screams abruptly stopped and the charred body fell to the ground. "Russ what the heck did that note say anyway, man?!"
Russel took the folded paper from his pocket unfolding it he began to read.
Sorry, we don't have time to say our good-byes Luther, but hey I didn't need loose ends and that is what you are Luther, a loose end. I knew you would read this note 'cause you and that idiot Russel… "That's me…" he said aloud, are just too stupid not to. Good-bye Luther, oh and by the way that little counter is a bomb so BOOM your dead!
"Michel!"
Luther stood in anger. "Why I ought a…" Luther started. He then grabbed Russel by the arm helping him up stopped in realization. "Russel, we've got to get as far away from Michel as we possibly can, he finds out that wasn't us that died in that explosion … we're dead!" Luther and Russel started off, but remembering Ritchie turned and asked if he could get them some fake ID's and get with his connections to get their identities buried as far underground as possible without actually being dead. He agreed and that's what they did.
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Michel and Jared Stark pulled onto Springs Road, which led up to the Gardens bed & breakfast. They figured that Stephen and Bridget were probably in hiding up at the spring if Bridget was even alive that is. Hoping for the best, but at the same time hoping another one of his loose ends had been taken care of, Michel quietly slowed the green SUV rental to a stop a few yards from the fence surrounding the spring.
Slowly stepping out of the vehicle Michel and Jared heard voices up ahead, so scouting further ahead they found Bobby, Fred, and Alex. As the three stepped out and got into Fred's pick up truck Jared and Michel came up behind. "Hold it right there, no one move! Lovely meeting you again Miss Monroe." Jared stated nonchalantly while cocking his head and smiling with pleasure.
"Charmed I'm sure!" Alex stated fiercely. Alex felt helpless situated in the truck between Bobby and Fred.
Michel reached out his hand motioning for their weapons. "Now, why don't you just cooperate and hand us your weapons." Being reluctant at first they did as they were told, not wanting this little confrontation to commence too soon.
Jared opened the car door after which the three exited the truck. Michel having grabbed some rope and handcuffs before this little caper began, bound Bobby and Fred.
"Miss Monroe, we are letting you go. Now, go back to your little safe house and tell Fawkes to let Bridget if she's alive that is and Stephen go!" Jared said in the calm yet ruthless tone he so enjoyed.
"She's alive." Alex stood restless and worried hoping this went according to plan.
"Good, good, now go and you might want to tell Fawkes that if he doesn't come himself in two hours your two friends here are DEAD!" Jared walked over to Hobbes cocking his gun at the back of his head.
"Aah! Give the lady a chance would ya?" Hobbes said as he ducked away from the gun without success hoping he wouldn't fire.
"Well, I suppose I could wait! But I'm telling you Miss Monroe if my agents aren't here in one hour and Fawkes in two they … will…be… dead."
Alex took the hint heading for the truck, but being blocked in her path and shown the road she began to run as fast as she possibly could. She had to hurry she thought and hopefully the two Stark brothers would play right into their hands.
Darien, Claire, Bridget, Stephen, and Genie sat in the lobby waiting for Fred, Bobby, and Alex to return. The group had retired to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat after a while. The kitchen was stocked with all of the commodities. With all of them stocked neatly and efficiently by category. The fridge was ivory in color. It didn't have even a single magnet to decorate it. The group found this particular kitchen easy to get around in, but still a little strange.
After finding herself a yogurt Claire settled at the oak table. A blue and white tablecloth was spread across the top of the table. A lovely bouquet of wildflowers was displayed in a small brown basket in the center of the table. Darien having looked, but finding himself too exhausted to eat decided to retire upstairs to rest. Claire picked up her yogurt and followed. Deciding it was best if she checked him over before he fell asleep.
Everyone settled in around the small table once Claire and Darien had left. Genie was still angry, but decided it best to leave her anger where it belonged, in the back of her mind. Ever present, but not affecting her ability to function effectively.
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TBC….this one's almost done I promise.
Disclaimer and all other notes and warnings: see other chapters. But be warned from here on out there are severe injuries to several well liked and not so well liked characters. Along with some violence.
1 The Storm Part Seven
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Michel and Jared Stark sat nervously on the private jet bound for LA unbeknownst to Jared that is. Michel was about to finally finish what he had started with Russell and Luther. It was something that Michel felt Jared did not need to know at the present time. He would when it was time, but not now.
The jet skidded to a stop on the dampened runway. The rain had stopped but the air was cool and fresh from the last several rain filled days. Jared Stark stepped off the plane. He had not known where Fawkes was being kept so winding up in LA was of no surprise to him. Jared removed the gloves he had been wearing effortlessly. He stood on the runway as he awaited his brother's arrival.
"Jared you all set?" Michel asked pounding down the stairs from the plane as though he hadn't a care in the world.
"Actually brother, I am past ready. How about Fawkes? You have his whereabouts in this town I suppose?"
Michel was rather tight lipped and the nervousness shown on the corners of his mouth as he spoke. "Of course I know where Fawkes is. He's exactly where he's been for the past month or so."
Jared looked at his brother a bit concerned he always knew when Michel was trying to keep something from him. He had this small quiver at the corner of his mouth. "Michel, what aren't you telling me? Don't tell me nothing!" Jared pointed to Michel's mouth. Michel put his hand up to the corner of his mouth and sighed in defeat.
"Alright, alright, I guess I wasn't being exactly … honest. Fawkes is in Utah under the supervision of my men, of course."
"I thought you said that the agency spotted your men?"
"I did, but you don't know them like I do. Besides, we're here to get my precious little plan underway." Michel picked up his bag from the ground in front of him and walked to the gate. Jared in turn followed running up behind.
"And what plan is that Michel." Jared asked.
"Well, first I have a couple of extra baggage I need to get rid of that should make the agency think I'm not going to Utah. But of course we know that I am. You see, Stephen says he overheard them saying his partner was dead, but I don't think their that stupid. If I'm right then we have two agents of my own that would be more than willing to help us with no questions asked."
"You know Michel, brother dear." Jared swung an arm around his brother. "I don't think the agency would kill anyone at all, that's why they keep bringing up the rear in our little plans brother. Nevertheless, your men along with a couple of my best men and fawkes will be begging us to end this." The two men laughed nonchalantly as they walked with arms around shoulders through the glass doors.
Over the last several hours and days since the conception of the plan, Bobby came and went continuously. The plan was going nicely, but what they really needed was Darien if it were to go smoothly.
Bobby pleaded with Claire to allow Darien to go up the road with them to see if the plan was at all feasible. She relented, only because she was coming along.
The group stood along the dirt road overlooking the creek down below. A pipe ran from one side to the other of the cliffs. Another pipe ran along the edge of the cliff where the group stood. A large ravine came out in front of the pipe further up the road. Darien decided it was a good place to hide. He also thought that if they lead Michel to the pipe that jutted out some hundred feet above the creek Darien could get Michel alone out there. The rest they would play by ear. Bobby set up an alternate plan just in case, but Darien's plan was surely the best plan.
The phone rang out in the small Motel 6 in LA. Luther answered.
"Hello?"
"Luther, its Michel you've done your job well. Now, if you could please go..." After some two minutes of Michel giving orders, Luther hung up the phone with urgency. He briskly walked to the unmade bed across the room. Leaning down he rose up the bedspread, reached underneath the bed, and pulled out a large black duffle bag. On the zipper it had a tag marked explosives. Luther had made sure to put that there so Russell would leave it alone.
Lifting the large oversized bag over his shoulder Luther grabbed Russel by the arm pulling him from his sitting position on the bed. A cartoon of roadrunner played on the television set he had been watching.
Russel resisted still intensely watching the television.
"C'mon Russel the man says we gotta go, we gotta go!" Luther pulled Russel falling and tripping behind him. As Luther was about to open the door a knock came.
Luther turned to his small partner who had lost his footing and was trying to get up from the floor. "Russ you expecting anybody?"
"Yeah!" Russel said as he stood and brushed himself off not really needing to, but doing it anyway.
Luther's eyes bulged and the question was in his eyes as he glared at Russel.
"So Russ? Who are we expecting?" Luther urged after he still got no response from Russel.
Russel looked at him in confusion till it hit him. "Oh, oh yeah um, it was our buddies from prison the ones that was gonna help us out with the hit on the safe house. You said for 'em to be here at 10 sharp to go over plans for the hit while we wait for word from Michel."
Luther nodded nonchalantly as he opened the door to the familiar faces.
Two rather large muscular looking European men stormed through the door knocking Luther to the ground. "Watch it!" Luther screamed at the two. Even as he did a large hand came down to help him up from the floor. "Sorry about that man, here let me help ya up there." Luther ignored the gesture turning his attention to the large bag at his side. Luther opened the bag checking the contents inside. "Rocky my man, you are so lucky nothing was damaged."
Rocky was a large and muscular man. His looks were more like that of a sumo wrestler really. Now, Joey on the other hand he was just big. Muscles so big even Arnold Schwarzenagger would turn and run the other way. Rocky and Joey met Russel and Luther just after Darien got out. They had been in for arms dealing and assault and battery on some storeowner. Being European and from wealthy families they got out within weeks, but not before they formed a lasting friendship with Russel and Luther.
Just then a short skinny little man pushed his way through the crowd. "Guys, guys, guys now is not the time for arguments save them for later. Now, show me the goods and lets get this little caper movin' now, huh?"
"Ritchie my man!" Luther threw his arms around the little man slapping his back with affection. Ritchie in turn did the same.
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An hour later the group slowed in front of a small non-consequential looking house in the middle of a small suburban neighborhood. It was dark and quiet with no one on the streets except for a parked car in front of the house across the street. Probably an agent, but he looked like he was asleep so the group slowed even more eventually parking in the driveway of the safe house.
Joey and Rocky along with Ritchie exited the white and silver mini van. As Luther and Russel exited the van the others turned. "Okay guys, let' s get the show on the road here, men." The small group was all dressed like agents as to not alarm the neighbors or for that matter the agents that were likely inside. Knocking on the safe house door no one answered.
With worry on their faces Ritchie reached down to pick the lock finding it already unlocked they entered with caution. Luther motioned for Rocky and Joey to check around back.
Ritchie, Luther, and Russel slowly entered the safe house. It was quiet, too quiet. Luther checked the bedrooms while Russel and Ritchie split up Russel taking the living area in the back and Ritchie taking the kitchen and pantry.
"Luther! Man, you better come back here and see this!" Russel screamed. Luther came running into the room stopping abruptly at the sight before him. Ritchie also came running, but without the abruptness of Luther. "Hey Luther, we got the same thing back there in the kitchen man." There in front of them were two agents on the couch their hands were handcuffed behind their backs, they were slumped over one leaning on top of the other face down, with large pools of blood trickling from the back of their heads down onto the beige couch. One more agent was lying face down with a pool forming from two maybe three gunshot wounds to the head and back.
Rocky and Joey stormed in seeing the scene before them shaking their heads. "Man, someone is really pullin' one over on us Luther, 'cause, I just found three more outside two out back and that guy in that parked car, he ain't sleepin' man." Luther stormed through the room looking for clues as to who might have done their job before they did. He threw pillows and knocked over lamps searching for any clue they might have left at all.
"Luther, what are ya doin' man? This ain't no time to be tearin' the place apart. We need to get out of here!" Russel screamed in an urgency they all could hear.
"I am not trying to tear the place apart Russel! I am however looking for a reason as to why these guys were killed before we got here." All of the men began looking everywhere, when Rocky opened a closet door with death staring him in the face he gasped in fear. All heads turned, but Rocky was too frozen to respond. Luther ran to the door a bomb with a note attached stared him in the face. Russel coming up behind him grabbed the note which set off the bomb, which would have gone off in 20 seconds anyway had Russel not done that.
The timer counted down from 00:15 seconds.
Joey pulled at Rocky as the others tore out the door, but even Joey's strong muscles weren't enough to pull Rocky from his trance.
Luther, Russel, and Ritchie ran towards the van. Joey started towards the door then, KABOOM! The explosion lifted Russel, Luther, and Ritchie up slamming the trio into the parked car across the street. Regaining as much composure as possible the three turned looking back on the burning building. They looked in pure horror as they watched the flames engulf their friend Joey, he had almost made it, but not making it far enough he had not escaped the subsequent and evident flames that now engulfed him.
Luther looked over to Russel as the screams abruptly stopped and the charred body fell to the ground. "Russ what the heck did that note say anyway, man?!"
Russel took the folded paper from his pocket unfolding it he began to read.
Sorry, we don't have time to say our good-byes Luther, but hey I didn't need loose ends and that is what you are Luther, a loose end. I knew you would read this note 'cause you and that idiot Russel… "That's me…" he said aloud, are just too stupid not to. Good-bye Luther, oh and by the way that little counter is a bomb so BOOM your dead!
"Michel!"
Luther stood in anger. "Why I ought a…" Luther started. He then grabbed Russel by the arm helping him up stopped in realization. "Russel, we've got to get as far away from Michel as we possibly can, he finds out that wasn't us that died in that explosion … we're dead!" Luther and Russel started off, but remembering Ritchie turned and asked if he could get them some fake ID's and get with his connections to get their identities buried as far underground as possible without actually being dead. He agreed and that's what they did.
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Michel and Jared Stark pulled onto Springs Road, which led up to the Gardens bed & breakfast. They figured that Stephen and Bridget were probably in hiding up at the spring if Bridget was even alive that is. Hoping for the best, but at the same time hoping another one of his loose ends had been taken care of, Michel quietly slowed the green SUV rental to a stop a few yards from the fence surrounding the spring.
Slowly stepping out of the vehicle Michel and Jared heard voices up ahead, so scouting further ahead they found Bobby, Fred, and Alex. As the three stepped out and got into Fred's pick up truck Jared and Michel came up behind. "Hold it right there, no one move! Lovely meeting you again Miss Monroe." Jared stated nonchalantly while cocking his head and smiling with pleasure.
"Charmed I'm sure!" Alex stated fiercely. Alex felt helpless situated in the truck between Bobby and Fred.
Michel reached out his hand motioning for their weapons. "Now, why don't you just cooperate and hand us your weapons." Being reluctant at first they did as they were told, not wanting this little confrontation to commence too soon.
Jared opened the car door after which the three exited the truck. Michel having grabbed some rope and handcuffs before this little caper began, bound Bobby and Fred.
"Miss Monroe, we are letting you go. Now, go back to your little safe house and tell Fawkes to let Bridget if she's alive that is and Stephen go!" Jared said in the calm yet ruthless tone he so enjoyed.
"She's alive." Alex stood restless and worried hoping this went according to plan.
"Good, good, now go and you might want to tell Fawkes that if he doesn't come himself in two hours your two friends here are DEAD!" Jared walked over to Hobbes cocking his gun at the back of his head.
"Aah! Give the lady a chance would ya?" Hobbes said as he ducked away from the gun without success hoping he wouldn't fire.
"Well, I suppose I could wait! But I'm telling you Miss Monroe if my agents aren't here in one hour and Fawkes in two they … will…be… dead."
Alex took the hint heading for the truck, but being blocked in her path and shown the road she began to run as fast as she possibly could. She had to hurry she thought and hopefully the two Stark brothers would play right into their hands.
Darien, Claire, Bridget, Stephen, and Genie sat in the lobby waiting for Fred, Bobby, and Alex to return. The group had retired to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat after a while. The kitchen was stocked with all of the commodities. With all of them stocked neatly and efficiently by category. The fridge was ivory in color. It didn't have even a single magnet to decorate it. The group found this particular kitchen easy to get around in, but still a little strange.
After finding herself a yogurt Claire settled at the oak table. A blue and white tablecloth was spread across the top of the table. A lovely bouquet of wildflowers was displayed in a small brown basket in the center of the table. Darien having looked, but finding himself too exhausted to eat decided to retire upstairs to rest. Claire picked up her yogurt and followed. Deciding it was best if she checked him over before he fell asleep.
Everyone settled in around the small table once Claire and Darien had left. Genie was still angry, but decided it best to leave her anger where it belonged, in the back of her mind. Ever present, but not affecting her ability to function effectively.
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TBC….this one's almost done I promise.
