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Date Posted: 11:29:55 10/01/06 Sun
Author: Braden
Subject: inside
In reply to: Remy 's message, "Inside" on 11:21:27 10/01/06 Sun

His jaw set even more visibly and his fingers flexed into fists for a second, tightening as he let out a soft breath. Reese. God, that meddling little....he shook his head mentally, refusing to think about how betrayed he felt by her at that moment, that could be dealt with later. Right now, he needed to figure out a way to keep from losing it in this little meeting with the man who was his commander but acting more like a school guidance counselor at the moment. His hands soothed over his jeans calmly before he lifted his eyes and gazed at Remy with a cold, almost detached gaze. �I wasn�t aware, when I signed up for this job, that touchy feel-ey sharing sessions were part of the requirements. Wasn�t in the description because believe me, I went over that with a fine toothed comb, sir.� His eyes narrowed a little, his arms crossing over his broad chest as he regarded his boss. He wanted to point out that there was no one else qualified to go on the next mission but he decided against that and instead spoke in short, clipped tones. �It was the usual failed mission, Commander McLean. People died. Good men died. I didn�t. I came home, sir.� And that was just about all he was willing to say, that alone was almost to damn much for him to get out. His aggravation won out against his ragged emotions though and he spoke again. �And if you�ll allow me, sir, I would like to say that I have been getting plenty of sleep and if you are going to take the word of a seventeen year old girl who is angry because I broke up her little fun time with her boyfriend over a seasoned agent, well, we�ll just say I have a few issues with that, sir..� He was being a little bit of an ass, a little smart mouthed but the �sir� at the end of every sentence said that he was back in the mentality of being a grunt, answering to his commanding officer.

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inside -- Remy, 11:38:15 10/01/06 Sun
- inside -- Braden, 05:09:51 10/02/06 Mon
  - Inside -- Remy, 06:36:44 10/02/06 Mon
    - inside -- Braden, 06:54:46 10/02/06 Mon
      - Inside -- Remy, 07:06:34 10/02/06 Mon
        inside -- Braden, 07:22:37 10/02/06 Mon
        Inside -- Reese, 07:32:49 10/02/06 Mon
        inside -- Braden, 08:04:24 10/02/06 Mon
        Inside -- Reese, 08:13:11 10/02/06 Mon
        inside -- Braden, 08:44:32 10/02/06 Mon
        Inside -- Reese, 08:54:12 10/02/06 Mon
        inside -- Braden, 09:29:49 10/02/06 Mon
        Inside -- Reese, 09:43:38 10/02/06 Mon
        inside -- Braden, 10:04:52 10/02/06 Mon
        Inside -- Reese, 10:13:13 10/02/06 Mon
        inside -- Braden, 10:41:55 10/02/06 Mon