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“Picked a heck of a time to do a meeting, Lieutenant.” Jarl couldn’t help but flinch when a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, his voice barely audible over the thunderclap and the pouring rain. “Like, any time Thor’s not out on a drunken bender.”
Hand to God that Anonymous harassment isn't coming from me.
I never thought it was...okay maybe I did a little bit. But then I figured you wouldn’t bother to put in as anonymous.
Sigh. I'm sorry Kincaid has been such a pain in the ass. Trying to reign him in.
It’s not like I’m not used to it. But I appreciate it.
Hey there, handsome. How's tricks?
Where the hell have you been, Murphy? Do you have any idea the kind of things I’ve had to deal with while you were gone?
Kittens discovered shoelaces!!!
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Kincaid sat at the location given to him on the small nondescript index card. The lobby was like most government facilities, sparse and purely functional, but it had three sets of doors. One for the breeders, which were currently swinging shut from his entrance, and one for the bearers. It was to this set of doors that he devoted his focus to in its entirety. Whomever walked through that door would be who the Generational Committee had selected for him. Well, not the committee itself but some AI or underpaid lackey surely. When the doors wooshed open nearly silently he rose, adjusting the finest suit a hitman for hire could afford, which at his rates was decent enough. His mouth opened slowly in surprise as he took in the sight of her, a million things running through his mind all at once. The one that won out and managed to crawl it's way out of the thought heap and out his mouth was "Christ you're tiny."
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I’M HERE. I’M LATE BUT I’M HERE. I HEARD “DRESDEN FILES.”
*ETERNAL SCREECHING* SENPAI HAS NOTICED ME. I HAVE SUMMONED MURPHY.
Which I almost feel guilty for because I run a ninja turtles blog I just get really excited when I find people that actually read the Dresden Files bUT HI MURPH HOW ARE YOU
Lived long enough to become the villain.
There was the softest chime of metal as the coin fell from the small outstretched hand. The all-too familiar stench of cordite lingered in the air as Kincaid stared down at the body on the ground before him.
"I'm sorry it had to come to this." he sighed, slipping the Sig-Sauer back into his holster. "Someone had to it, and it might as well have been me."
His brow furrowed as the body jerked slightly, the mouth moving with pleading but silent words on the lips.
"No, there's nothing I can do. I was lucky enough to get this shot as it is."
He ignored the gurgle, falling into the practiced motions of cleaning the scene of his presence. He pulled his leg out of the way effortlessly when the weakened fingers gripped his pant leg.
Kincaid turned to step away from the growing pool of blood, stopping only to bend down and picked up the tarnished piece of silver, examining it for a moment.
"I'm sorry, Karrin. There was no way you would have been able to handle this much power."
