Mar 12, 2014
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Tim glanced up from his desk, noting that his 10 o'clock had arrived. He gestured to the man to sit down. "Reddington, is it? Welcome to Interpol."
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Consutlation- criminalconcierege
Tim glanced up from his desk, noting that his 10 o'clock had arrived. He gestured to the man to sit down. "Reddington, is it? Welcome to Interpol."
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criminalconcierge replied to your post “///THAT MAGNIFICENT BASTARD BETTER NOT BE DEAD FOR REAL, WRITERS. I...”
//welcome to the emotional pain that is Covert Affairs. Spoiler: it gets worse. Also: hello.
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also hello friend.
four entered the crosshairs
Seba rose an eyebrow. She was lounged in the seat at her desk, feet up on the dark wooden finish. The boots on her feet were simple, black leather. No heel. No real decoration save the small buckle at the side and the silver chain at the point where ankle met foot at the front.
"I do hope you've got a good reason for being here," she called out as she swung her feet to the floor, taking a moment before standing in a fluid movement. Hands on hips, she skirted the desk. "Otherwise I might have to shoot you, and I don't really want to make a mess."