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Date Posted: 23:08:32 06/09/06 Fri
Author: Remy
Subject: Inside
In reply to: Skeeter 's message, " I used to live alone before I knew you
And I've seen your flag on the marble arch
And love is not a victory march
It's a cold, it's a broken hallelujah " on 22:57:43 06/09/06 Fri

(Boy, you take a promotion and your team falls apart! So far he had watched Haylie sit in a coma, gone through a few cat scans with Kyrian only to find that he had suffered permanent brain damage and would have to undergo surgery to fix his hand.. and now he was heading back to debrief his friend on what had happened overseas. He already knew from Kyrian that Vixen had a broken wrist and that Rogue was.. bonkers.. and that Skeeter needed a definite happy meal. The only one who seemed to have made it through unscathed was Hunter, and.. well, Hunter was the kind of guy who could make it through a nuclear holocaust unscathed simply because of his laidback attitude and combat skills. He pulled the landrover into his spot in front of headquarters and jogged up the steps, flashing his badge and submitting his gun for inspection before reholstering it and heading upstairs. He would check on the others later, he was first and foremost concerned about Skeeter and their relationship. He had a promotion in the works for his intelligence officer that would put him very very high in the government.. but he didn't want Skeeter to think the job was his way of sucking up, so he had been sitting on it for a while. He knocked on the door to his friend's office even though the door was open, smiling as he saw him and walking over to take a seat in front of his desk.) Welcome home.. (He said in a dry tone, denoting that he knew how awry the mission had gone, but that they had succeeded nonetheless.) Fill me in, Skeeter..

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inside -- Skeeter, 23:18:00 06/09/06 Fri
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