<font color=white>*He cleared his throat right after she did, a little unsure of what to make of the situation - he just hadn't been prepared to come face to face with her so soon - he was still trying to figure out what lay behind his emotional issues.. and she tended to be in the forefront in his therapy sessions. Inwardly rolling his eyes at how stupid his own thoughts were, Quin picked up her money and handed it back to her.* I got it, don't worry about it. *He said in a way that meant no arguments, and placed his own money on the table, looking at her one last time before turning to walk away - she had called him by his full name.. and he couldn't remember a time when she had done that before.*</font> -- Realistic Dreams: The Present : The Night Club - Illusions

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Date Posted: 08:33:59 10/14/05 Fri
Author: Quin
Subject: *He cleared his throat right after she did, a little unsure of what to make of the situation - he just hadn't been prepared to come face to face with her so soon - he was still trying to figure out what lay behind his emotional issues.. and she tended to be in the forefront in his therapy sessions. Inwardly rolling his eyes at how stupid his own thoughts were, Quin picked up her money and handed it back to her.* I got it, don't worry about it. *He said in a way that meant no arguments, and placed his own money on the table, looking at her one last time before turning to walk away - she had called him by his full name.. and he couldn't remember a time when she had done that before.*
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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"Hey." She called after him, her brow furrowed a second before she cleared her throat, her head cocked to the side. "I am glad that you seem to be doing better..." She stated softly, her eyes honest and as confused as his were. She had thought about him constantly and she too had been seeing a therapist but had stopped after awhile once she felt a little more emotionally stable. It had been hard, being all alone. Not only had she lost him but Marc had gone and gotten married and everyone was moving on with their lives except for her. (NT) -- Kate, 08:39:41 10/14/05 Fri