I typed facebok.com by accident and went "oops dammit now I gotta--"

But then it redirected me to Facebook and all I could do was just stare in silence for a few seconds, wondering if this was the real life.

You crafty bastard, you.

I was in Tokyo in order to meet with Akito Enomoto as the man had insisted on giving the files in person; apparently, he did not want to risk it being hacked if he sent it over the network. I had already been here for two days, waiting for him to finish avoiding his pursuers as he came from Kyoto. He was a very paranoid man, but I should expect ( Read more... )

“It’s February. Why the hell is it so cold?” Drew complained as we walked to the mission debriefing room. “And it’s snowing. Why?!”

“At least it is not windy,” I said, trying to comfort her.

She turned to me with suspicion. “Was that your doing?”

I blinked, surprised. “You noticed?”

“Wait, really? I was just kidding!” she exclaimed, eyes wide.
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A year had almost passed since I was marked by Death. Lying on my back on the sofa, I stared at my hand as I held it up against the light. With a heavy sigh, I covered my face with my arm.

I heard the door open. “I’m home.”

I sat up, leaning against the back of the sofa. “Welcome home.”
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“Do something!”

“Do you have any bright ideas?!”

“We’re gonna die at this rate!”

“Commander Spanner, please give us orders!”

“Shut the fuck up already!”
( They were too loud. )

On one of her complete days off (no school and no work), I invited my best friend to lunch with me. A sort of peace offering. She accepted, and here we were, eating at a bistro and catching up.

“You are completely crazy!” Drew exclaimed with a laugh.

“And yet you do not protest,” I remarked with a smirk.

She waved her hand dismissively. “Details, ( Read more... )

Drew is mad at me.

What? What do you mean?

Not quite at me, but she is not happy.

What happened?

I do not know. I merely heard it in passing.

Can’t you ask the wind for details?

You never ask the wind if you want a straight answer. They are all about vagueness, since they are so flighty.

Oh. Uh. Well, where are you?

Aphros. The Garden. I am on the roof ( Read more... )

Most members of the intelligence department worked in a very large room that had ten rows of five computers and a giant screen that acted as the fourth wall. Each computer was in its own stall, to give a sense of privacy for the workers. Jen had her own room that could on be entered through this room, as the machine she was normally connected to ( Read more... )

I was woken up by a text message from Jace.

Come to the cafe on 14th and Lark at 11.

So half an hour later, I was sitting at a booth with some of my old friends instead of sleeping in during my vacation. I chewed on my fork, watching Stephen and Lucy bicker like an old married couple. Nice to know they had not changed at all.

“You two are so noisy,” ( Read more... )

“Interesting how time flies, isn’t it?”

I turned away from the kids playing at the playground to look at the man taking a seat beside me on the bench. He smiled at me and I returned my attention to a boy making a sandcastle, nodding in response to the question.

“I thought you would be on a mission,” he mused, arm around my shoulders. I leaned towards ( Read more... )