<font color=white>*He wanted to tell her to shut up and then drag her off somewhere and get the past few years of his life back with her.. but alas.. it was not only against his psychiatrists advice.. but it would be wrong - she probably didnt want to touch him with a ten foot pole anyway.. he had dragged her through hell and he knew it.* It's just too coincidental.</font> -- Realistic Dreams: The Present : The Night Club - Illusions

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Date Posted: 09:39:46 10/13/05 Thu
Author: Quin
Subject: *He wanted to tell her to shut up and then drag her off somewhere and get the past few years of his life back with her.. but alas.. it was not only against his psychiatrists advice.. but it would be wrong - she probably didnt want to touch him with a ten foot pole anyway.. he had dragged her through hell and he knew it.* It's just too coincidental.
In reply to: Joaquin 's message, "*He was as silent as a wolf in the quietest of settings, and here where the voices and music drowned the loudest of noises, he all but disappeared. If it weared for his rakish good looks and bright silvery eyes, he wouldn't even exist. Looking around, he saw his target and crossed the room, brushed against a couple of people and completely ignoring them. He hand came up and he picked up a beer off the counter as the bartended put it in front of another patron, ignoring the protests. Taking a large swallow, he continued his track straight across to the secluded table near the back. This was the only place he could meet in secrecy - if they knew what he was doing his body would never be found. He took a seat across the table from her and produced a sheet of paper.. it was an order directed to a group of operatives.. to recover Agent Freebird and remove sensitive information from him.*" on 07:57:53 10/13/05 Thu

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She nodded slowly, letting out a slow breath as she thought it all over. "We just need to get this settled, its one thing when its some stranger we are trying to protect, when it's one of our own..it gets personal." She had always been super friendly but very professional and very focused on her work and that hadn't changed at all. Her eyes drifted over him again before she looked down at her drink. It was hard just being professional with him though... (NT) -- Kate, 09:58:43 10/13/05 Thu