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How had she found herself in this position? Fresh off a meeting alongside her boss, Mathos Sandoval, she had just finished have lunch with Broen. Now she was standing outside the art gallery to start the second part of what could only be described as a date. Lunch had gone well. Plenty of...

Broen was very quickly falling into a pattern of habit on Manta Carlos. How could he not? It was essentially the same as life back in Halcyon City, but without the daily possibility of some jackass with a light cannon trying to rob a bank. Not that he didn't miss the hectic blow-by-blow...

Angelo knew the conversation wasn't going to go well. He knew it, and he was sure Broen knew it. Technically speaking, Angelo was simply lounging around on the couch, watching the TV and waiting for Broen to show up. But it was hard not to feel anxious. Hard not to freak the hell out. It...

Hwum still couldn't believe chief had allowed her to leave the house and move into the dorms. Sure, she had tried to remain positive as she had asked, but at the back of her mind Hwum had been almost certain Fweiu would've turned her down flat. But what do you know, the chief had actually been...

Zoraida had had a very long and exhausting conversation with Broen - or at least long on her part - as he had asked her to describe in detail everything that had been said and gone on between Aisuke and herself when the man had approached her at Volkov. A conversation that had led to her...

She actually had no idea how long she had stayed in the forest. Or how long she had screamed at Tomas's shade, or even how long she had cried afterwards. In fact, Zora had absolutely no idea how she ended up here at all. No memory of whether she had walked here or driven. She knew that...

Gabe was tired of the hospital. He had been here while waiting to hear about Dani. He had been here to cheer Dani up while the news of her brother's 'death' hung over them like a looming cloud. He had been here for her discharge as well. Once again, Gabriel Vega was at the hospital due to his...

It was a short, ten, maybe fifteen-minute taxi ride from the coffee shop to the hospital, but for Zora it seemed like an eternity. Every stop sign, traffic light or pedestrian crossing only added to her agitation. Today had been a day full of unexpected encounters and surprises, fate put in...

Broen was not at all looking forward to this. He had a knot in his stomach worse than anything and he felt like at any minute he was going to vomit and pass out. He didn't want to do this, but he knew he didn't have a lot of choice. Jude was with him, at least. That was one point of contact...

Elisa didn't mind sitting outside the library for the guy to show up. she had plenty of time to check up on emails, as well as read up on the details surrounding Xavier. Putting it out of her mind, though, she wondered what this guy was like. Checking her watch, she stretched out in the...

He knew it was him. For a while, he'd assumed it was one of the Genovese--either Angelo or Basilio--but neither had quite made sense. Basilio didn't operate like that, and Angelo... well, Angelo was supposed to be a goody two shoes, the kind of person who'd never think about leaving threatening...

Jude was doing it over lunch. Not for any good reason--just because it put a hard cap on the conversation. There couldn't be any excessive back and forth. It was going to be quick, say his piece, and get out. He'd already texted Broen asking to talk, and already arranged to meet in the dorm. He...

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Broen had gotten a new Regalis after Althea fucked off. But that didn't mean he wasn't fuckin' mad still. And Jude had given him the address of the bookstore where some of the proctors of this fucked up game worked. So he was going to take a strip off of these assholes and get something for...

Never let it be said that Broen wasn't self aware. He'd been realizing lately that even with the Headmaster gone, something was broken. He was fucked up. It had come to him during his last big argument with Althea. The thought had crossed his mind. I could always kill myself. It hadn't been a...

Broen winced as he slid onto the couch with a beer in his hand. Hair still wet from the shower and muscles still sore from his latest challenge, he stared up at the ceiling. Promising himself he wasn't going to cry again. Everything Rory and Jude said... they were fucking wrong. He couldn't do...

When Broen texted Rory to meet up with him at Oceanic Park for a regalia challenge (no keepsies) she'd had to stare at her phone a good long while. What exactly was he planning? Did he have something up his sleeve? She hadn't even faced off against Travis or Jude. Hell, not even Angelo. Well...

An ornate, gold trimmed message was delivered early one morning, naming this one of several meeting spots. What appeared to be a young man with teal-colored hair stood nearby with a blank stare and calm demeanor, waiting. "Dear sir, ma'am, or any other address of your choice, You have been...

Jude was prepared. Probably overprepared, if he was being honest with himself. He was talking to Broen, not sitting down to write his SATs, but he felt like the latter. It was Friday. The last Friday of summer. Come Monday, he'd be in class, and who knew if Broen would still be hanging around...

Broen was dead tired, but he couldn't sleep. Well, partly that was because he had nowhere to lay his head down. The guest house wasn't safe. He didn't have his stuff from the police yet, so he didn't have his money to get a hotel room. He really only had one option, though he was loathe to use...