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Post by requiem on Mar 26, 2004 18:31:40 GMT -5
"The norm," Z said casually, "Who's involved, other than Moriarty?
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Post by Kingleby on Mar 26, 2004 18:38:49 GMT -5
"lots of dead people. there was jack the ripper, injen joe, hell of a lot. it wwon't be easy."
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Post by requiem on Mar 26, 2004 18:41:56 GMT -5
"hmm...interesting. But unless one of us is a prostitute I doubt we'd have any problems with old Jack..." Z said, forming some kind of lie as to ask about Marc. "The Agency...sent me one tip. A man by the name of Marcus. Long dark hair, dark skin, tattoo across his back. Did you see him?"
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Post by Kingleby on Mar 26, 2004 18:58:09 GMT -5
"Sounds familiar. Anyone you know the history of?"
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Post by requiem on Mar 28, 2004 0:38:45 GMT -5
"No...the agency just red-flagged him," Z lied.
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Post by Kingleby on Mar 28, 2004 14:36:46 GMT -5
Tom sighed
"Oh well, guess we'll have to go unaware of their techniques. should be fun."
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Post by requiem on Mar 28, 2004 16:47:13 GMT -5
"Oh, it always is," Z said, putting out the cigarette and sliding it back into the tin. She gathered her coat around her and curled up against the window. Z closed her eyes jsut as the train shoved off with a lurch.
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Post by Kingleby on Mar 28, 2004 16:51:16 GMT -5
Tom stood bored and began to pace. How were they going to stop them all?
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Post by requiem on Mar 28, 2004 16:55:27 GMT -5
Z snatched Sawyer's wrist.
"Would you sit down, please? You're driving me insane with the broody pacing," she purred, pulling him into the seat next to her. Z pulled the brim of her hat down lower and closed her eyes again. This was going to be...interesting....
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Post by Marty on Mar 29, 2004 10:40:06 GMT -5
Alan raised an eyebrow as Tom sat next to Z, but said nothing. He had too much to think about. The entire thing was about patterns. . . Once they figured it out, it would be easy.
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Post by Kingleby on Mar 29, 2004 14:11:12 GMT -5
Tom said nothing and instead tried and clear his head.
"hey, does anything have some paper?" He asked as he found a pencil in his pocket.
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Post by requiem on Mar 29, 2004 14:34:43 GMT -5
Z gave up on any attempt of sleeping as she searched through her pockets. She handed Sawyer an envelope. "Here."
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Post by Kingleby on Mar 29, 2004 14:38:58 GMT -5
"Thanks." Tom said and begin to draw, a talent he had kept over the years.
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Post by requiem on Mar 29, 2004 14:46:38 GMT -5
Z shifted to face Sawyer and pulled one leg under the other. She watched him draw and bit her lip. If he found out about Marc's true identity...it could compromise everything.
She realized she was still wearing her wedding ring.
Oh, damn, of course that would never tip him off... she thought, sighing.
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Post by Kingleby on Mar 29, 2004 14:52:04 GMT -5
Much to his surprise Tom found himself drawing Becky. her beauty reflceting on th page. he drew her smiling, something he hadn't seen in a long time, especially at him. he sighed slightly .
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