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Arrival!

Jun 29, 2007 22:35

Joanne was really damn tired of running. She'd been on the run from the Wardens non-stop for three days and she still hadn't really gotten anywhere. She thought, since there was no way in hell she was going to get on a major air carrier with the way the Feds were on her tail, that she'd get on a plane in some teensy town just off the highway and ( Read more... )

edison carter, joanne baldwin, james bond, arrival

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23s_topreporter June 30 2007, 03:39:53 UTC

Empty terminals were painfully void of interesting material, and his lovely assistant was MIA. Still, Edison had his camera, and someone had just gotten off a plane. She seemed a bit frazzled. He hoped she wouldn't mind the distraction.

"Hi!" he greeted her, camera on his shoulder and already rolling. "Edison Carter; Network Twe- uh..." He trailed off, then grinned. "Well, nevermind the network. You mind if I ask you a few questions?"

rogue_warden June 30 2007, 03:44:52 UTC

Joanne gave the man an "are you kidding me?" look. What, the Wardens had outed her to the news outlets now? She didn't even...she figured that they'd handle her internally. Now the news?

"I, look. I didn't do whatever it is that they said I did, okay? No comment."

23s_topreporter June 30 2007, 03:52:06 UTC

Okay... "Nobody said you did anything," he replied, slowly. "I'm just interviewing everyone I meet. So what's your name?"

rogue_warden June 30 2007, 04:01:07 UTC

"Oh. Uh, Jo. Jo Baldwin," Joanne said, hoping that she hadn't just screwed herself. "Why exactly are you interviewing everyone?"

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double_07 June 30 2007, 17:35:00 UTC

Because it was quiet and provided a broad view of the airfield, the concourse was an ideal nook into which James Bond frequently chose to disappear.

Generally, the only circumstance under which he might be disturbed was the arrival of a plane. And it just so happened that today was one of those days. Not that he minded terribly. After seven months, a prisoner welcomed the occasional distraction.

The double-oh did not look up from his magazine, however, until the sound of footsteps reached his ears.

rogue_warden June 30 2007, 20:03:16 UTC

Joanne needed to know where to go get food, a shower and how to get to Oklahoma. She didn't really have a set order for those things, so when she saw the guy reading the magazine, she cleared her throat conspicuously and shifted her bag to her other shoulder.

"Uh, can you help me?"

double_07 June 30 2007, 20:24:28 UTC

He put an arm over the back of his seat when the newcomer spoke, looking her up and down very briefly before answering. "I'll do what I can," he said with a small, amiable smile. "What is it you need?"

rogue_warden June 30 2007, 20:28:04 UTC

"Food, shower and to know where the hell I am. Any of the three would be great," Joanne said, watching him. He was British. That was different.

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