"Well you can't keep going forever, darlin'." He stated honestly. He didn't know how bad it had been for her and really, he didn't know how well he would handle it if he did know. He would probably won't to go to Scotland himself, get to the bottom of this and slowly torture each and every bastard involved to a painful, drawn out death. Instead, he just ran his hand through his hair and gazed at her thoughtfully from his place lounging on the couch, biting his lip lightly. She needed to talk to someone, a counselor or something, someone who could help her get through this better then he could. He wasn't a crisis counselor, he was an intelligence agent.... -- .: Justin Mallenock's Condo :.

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Date Posted: 03.14
Author: Skeeter
Subject: "Well you can't keep going forever, darlin'." He stated honestly. He didn't know how bad it had been for her and really, he didn't know how well he would handle it if he did know. He would probably won't to go to Scotland himself, get to the bottom of this and slowly torture each and every bastard involved to a painful, drawn out death. Instead, he just ran his hand through his hair and gazed at her thoughtfully from his place lounging on the couch, biting his lip lightly. She needed to talk to someone, a counselor or something, someone who could help her get through this better then he could. He wasn't a crisis counselor, he was an intelligence agent....
In reply to: Gia/Griogair 's message, "I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor" on 03.09

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Inside -- Gia, 03.14

He understood that the man, Griogair, reminded her of what she had gone though but he felt she wasn't giving the man the gratitude he deserved - if it wasn't for the large Scot she would be dead right now. A low groan escaped his lips as he raked a hand through his hair and stood up to head to his briefcase to find his phone, digging through the numbers to find the one to the cell phone that Remy had, hoping that maybe this time, as he hit the send button, the other man would have it on. Yet another part of the plan had been executed and now all that was required to do was get the young woman picked up by Griogair and brought back to Scotland so they could use her as ransom much as they would use the little dark haired vixen as leverage to keep any of those agents from testifying against his partner in crime. It was all working out perfectly. He threw his feet up on the hearth and crossed his fingers, dialing up his sons phone number. (NT) -- Skeeter/Wallace, 03.14

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