Inner Workings

Watching him curl up around the interrogation table, Gregori felt guilty. Edward had given Rico the usual and, to his credit, the lab tech had stayed strong. Instead of simply vanishing him, Sydney may just contract him after all.

Ed walked in, smug-as-you-please, and leaned a hip against Gregori’s chair. “Can’t call this one a mouse anymore,” he remarked looking at the screen.

The grey-eyed giant nodded. “Hendrick won’t know what hit him.”

“Ha, horror stories for later, I’m sure.” Ed’s laugh was surprisingly generous. A flick of his wrist turned off the video feed. “Go pick up your date.”


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About azhwi

An editing student, graduated Feb 2012. An avid fan of video games, fanfiction, anime, writing, and the serial comma.
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