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Preliminary case report on Roger’s FLAG email (cc Kitt), marked with the appropriate date;

Time: 1400
Location: Pennsylvania Station, Manhattan, NY.

FLAG operatives Michael Knight and AI vehicle KITT were requested to lend assistance to contacts of another Agency. In that capacity both operatives proceeded to the 31st Street entrance to Pennsylvania ( Read more... )

The same time as this is taking place..."Brin, you're not usually such a chicken," Sorcha pouted, leaning against the corner of the gatepost that led into Central Park. She started making chicken clucking sounds as she poked him in the ribs with a finger ( Read more... )

 (directly following the events here)

The shadows fell from around them, and Calvin saw the familiar surrounds of their balcony high above West 26th Street.  He looked down into Ceri's face in the moonlight.

"No, this won't do, I'm afraid."

She looked up at him, eyebrows raised, and he gently brushed the backs of his fingers across one pale cheek.  " ( Read more... )

Dean dumped his luggage beside him and stared up at the large cruise ship currently docked at the pier. They could not afford, even with a fake credit card, one of the most expensive ships, but they had gotten a pair of cabins. Dean figured Sam should have his privacy, especially since Dean seldom slept much anymore. And who knows what they ( Read more... )

(From here.)

An outdoor table, to Zylyn's reckoning, was an excellent idea. In the first place it removed the group from the worst of the cafe crowd, which was favourable to both their various scattered emotions and the discussion which would doubtless be taking place. It also kept him at a distance from those who might mark his appearance should he ( Read more... )

Forever calm. Dispatchers seemed to be forever calm. It's almost as if she didn't fully comprehend the gravity of the call she was making over the scanner. "All units, all units. 510 in progress; Code 3.  Be warned, this is a 10-79. Suspect in a yellow Mach One Mustang traveling west on the Long Island Expressway, mile marker ( Read more... )

(Follows on from here)

Ceri made her way down the stairs from the apartment to her office.  Cantilevered over the floor of the club, with its darkly tinted glass, patrons assumed it was some kind of super-exclusive VIP room and no one disabused them of this notion.

The office offered a handy view of almost every part of the club, and a quick glance ( Read more... )

Having left Kaycee and Wes at the hangar, Kitt drove slowly - at least, slowly for him - back to the Foundation, thinking along the way. Kaycee had offered to let him stay in her apartment while she was gone, and he was hoping to take advantage of her offer, but he needed to speak with Michael first for a number of reasons ( Read more... )

Dean opened the door to the motel quietly, checking on Sam to make sure he remained asleep, and snuck out into the night. He took a deep breath of the cool air and tucked his hands into his pockets. A few more silent steps, and he walked more freely, on the look out for a bar ( Read more... )