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[Sep. 23rd, 2006|08:05 pm] |
Tara's "place" turns out to be a seedy-looking back alley, cheeringly decorated with a fire escape, a dumpster, and a thin, steady slick of oily water running down the middle towards the grate about halfway between the entrance and where the alley angled off around the back edge of one of the buildings.
Tara keeps up the blonde bimbo act till she's sure they're far enough back that nobody's going to notice, much less care, who's in the alleyway and what they're doing. Well, maybe a little longer, because those are nice-looking muscles.
Then she lets him go, turning away from him and closing her eyes. She takes a deep breath.
"Do you know how lucky you are I'm not a fucking undercover HSA plant?" she says, the words hissing between her clenched teeth as she gestures wildly. She turns to face him and rolls her eyes, sighing. "'Blowing shit up.' Where did you learn to keep secrets, the Pentagon?" |
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