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On Anarchy #8a : Mission One : Part 1

How Random Babbling Becomes Corporate Policy

run the fuck away

Mad science gone horribly, horribly wrong(or right).

On Anarchy #8a : Mission One : Part 1

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run the fuck away

"Thank you Kristin. I think that's the most apt description I have ever heard," said Le Contesse. "I have been moved." There were nods and mutters of assent from Eric and Jack. I even noticed myself nodding. "Now, Thom. We trust you because Kristin trusts you. Kristin has introduced three other people to our circle, and each of them has gone on to become a cell leader in their own right."

Three others? I found myself wondering if they were 'inducted' in a similar manner- one that involved a night in her bed. I stuffed the jealousy down, I had only known her two days, almost three. Who she slept with when I wasn't there was none of my business. She must have sensed something though, because she reached out and took my hand.

"However Thom, we must make it quite clear that if any motions are made towards the cops, we'll know about it before you leave the precinct. There will be no reprisals, but we will never be found. Do I make myself clear?"
"You have nothing to worry about."
"I didn't think so." S/he smirked. "Alright Jack, you have some information for us?"

I'm kinda stuck on what the mission is, so it's going to leave off here for the weekend. I'll be out of town, and won't be updating this weekend (and I'm not opposed to the idea of not updating on weekends anyway). But at any rate, if anyone has some suggestions or requests for what you'd like to see the characters do, ways to "fight the establishment" or "stick it to the man" or what have you, let me know.
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