Lost and Found
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The rebel lair's outer door opens, revealing a black sillouette of a figure.
Mystique pulls two guns, instantly levelling them at the sillouette's chest. "Is he with you?" It's too tall and lean to be James, but she's still pushed the remaining grenade out of her chest and into her lap. Just in case.
Mystique pulls two guns, instantly levelling them at the sillouette's chest. "Is he with you?" It's too tall and lean to be James, but she's still pushed the remaining grenade out of her chest and into her lap. Just in case.
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Date: 2006-09-07 05:46 pm (UTC)"And he was a vital link in our efforts here.."
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Date: 2006-09-07 05:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-07 05:50 pm (UTC)"The Queen. She and the barons are keeping that fine, upstanding man alive until they get what they want out of him. Or until she gets bored. I hope for his sake he bores her to tears, but knowing Stephen..." He shakes his head. "The last I saw - well, heard really - he was still alive."
He's still holding on to Silver, as though she can make everything right through sheer force of will. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. We're going to have to move before nightfall. I...I didn't know where else to go."