Y’know, in a lot of ways, I think I’ve always sort of seen my polar opposite in Vaughn. No lie Syd, please don’t kill me, I say it with love, because even though yeah, he’s my best friend? Even a lot of our similarities are really differences ( Read more... )

I’ve never cheated ( Read more... )

I go with my gut, if that’s what you mean...but I don’t *go* with my gut.

That makes little sense, reading back over it. I trust my instincts is what I mean to say...if I feel something, I figure it’s probably right, so I go with it. My first reaction or impulse tends to be the right one. So if you’re being *really* anal like I am right now, but ( Read more... )

Death? Yeah, Death’s been my freaking co-worker for more years than I’d care to admit. I’m not being glib, either...I worked for the CIA. Espionage is a very dangerous, very deadly game, and more likely than not it *will* land you in the morgue a lot sooner than any of us would like. If you want to be a spy? Lemme tell ya, you had better come to ( Read more... )

I know it seems like a very Hollywood sort of thing, but in the espionage business? It’s not exactly uncommon for people to come back from the dead, or get a new lease on life by way of a new identity...just wipe the slate clean and start over. I mean...you’ve heard of Witness Protection, right ( Read more... )

It caught him out of left field, but it caught him all the same...an idea until he found the perfect one ( Read more... )

Not unlike a lot of people in the intelligence game? I got trust issues. Normal, seriously. But, *unlike* a lot of people in intelligence, and *exactly* like any human being that’s ever worked for Arvin Sloane? My trust issues have trust issues. Same goes for anyone that’s ever worked *with* Arvin Sloane...or been taken in by befriended Arvin ( Read more... )

Honestly? I’d like to think I was Harry Houdini ( Read more... )

[locked from everyone except Nadia]

From a letter at the bottom of Eric Weiss’s desk drawer, dated only two days after the alleged death of Nadia SantosDear Sloane ( Read more... )

Eric loved magic...it was all about secrets. It was one of the *only* reasons he could do his job and still stay sane...it was all one big magic trick. Sleight of hand, now you see it...now you don’t. Mingling work and personal life, it was seamless. Effortless.

Everything was an illusion, so he made it his reality.

“Here...taste this.”He ( Read more... )