This is 4-Tango-12, Angel's Flight, we've got ten civilians freed, at least two seriously wounded, send more ambulances... ten hostiles down and out, repeat, ten down and out ... five, repeat, five hostiles STILL AT LARGE ... Request back-up to ensure containment of the area... hissss*crackle*

Holy shit. What in the hell is *that*?!

*BANG!*

So the power's out here at HQ, which is a royal pain in the a** for trying to book people or get jack done. My powerbook battery is still working, so I'm catching up on back-status-reports, and making a few contacts. As soon as the lights are back on and we can find the keys to the patrol cars, I have to do the following ( Read more... )

(and what, exactly, does my subconscious think I did to deserve a dream about The Mummy? Especially since the sexy Arabic guy never even showed up. Just hordes of cockroaches ( Read more... )

The next joker to call me "Scully" or say "The truth really is way out there, hunh, Lockley?" is getting knee-capped. Cop, civilian, good guy, bad guy, vampire, demon, hot-dog vendor, lawyer or freakin' game show host, they are going downMULDER was the believer, Scully was the skeptic, people! Jeeeez ( Read more... )

Got a bonus from Mrs. Soon-to-be-Ex-Stupid, so I don't have to take another "day" job for at least two weeks. Which leaves me time for my "night" job non-stop. Joy ( Read more... )

Not that there's much difference any more ( Read more... )

Just checked my messages. Dennis Pearson of A.I. called me back with some thrilling news.

Angelus is loose?

Knew I should've stayed in New York.

Do I have any sleeping pills left? 'Cause this calls for heavy medication.

17 civilians, in various states of injury and panic, dropped off at Anne Steele's shelter by what would have been dawn ( Read more... )

So. Two years after I leave L.A., I'm back, ready to face some personal demons and re-start my life. The sad part? Now that everyone else can see the less-personal demons, I'd kind of like it if they still thought I was crazy ( Read more... )