The bullet in Bradley Fine's shoulder made an impact on more than just his body. A pensive look at the aftermath of Fine's choices. "Fine tried to move his dominant arm, the one that had borne the bullet's impact, but could hardly get a pinky to twitch. In that instant, he knew his career was over." One-shot. Written just because.

two sisters hate each other a lot they are on opposite sides. the sister betrayed her own older sister. the family is torn and divided on the mysterious side of darkness or light while this spy war has been going on between the darkness and the light strikers.c old family secrets and betrayals come to the surface with the truth out about the mysterious twins who will win at last

Susan va enfin dîner avec Bradley et lui dire ce qu'elle ressent pour lui.

To stop the rise of the Vertex two secret agents are given a mission they soon realized that a traitor is among them, but who? Is it one of the agents or someone else? That also leads to the question will the Vertex arise and get the hard drive to control the world? These are very good questions. You must read and find out for your self.

Every time she's in deep cover she always receives a bouquet of SNAPDRAGON - Deception; Gracious Lady. Susan Cooper/Rick Ford.

La misión terminó, pero no ha acabado para Rick Ford y Susan Cooper. Buscando entre sus pensamientos, se darán cuenta de todo lo que vivieron juntos.

It's not so complicated after all... Or, in which Bradley Fine realizes something that shakes him more than a bit. A drabble, written for a challenge. Rated M for cursing.

Considering the not-so-unpleasant ache between her thighs and the empty wine bottles and bags of beef jerky strewn about the room, Susan could only infer that last night had been wild. Really wild. Now if only she could remember … But maybe it was for the best that she didn't… (Susan and Ford in 10 sentences)

It's a slightly less disastrous mission than Fine expected, given Ford's still breathing. Or: Experienced mountaineer Rick Ford falls off a mountain and Fine is left to pick up the pieces. Written for Yuletide Madness for winterhill.

"Oh, Jesus, Ford! Your arm's hanging off." "What did I tell ya? F***ing impervious to death, aren't I?" Written for Trick or Treat Exchange as a treat for Diaphenia. Also a fill on my h/c bingo card for wild card (major injury).