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Fiachra MacLir - Muse Video.
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Muse theme song: Combichrist - Today I woke to the rain of blood.
—// Vivian - New face. Reboot from the hotel attack.//
I knew the chute he meant. I had seen the cleaning crew using it on my way to work. They would load and unload trolleys of dirty linen into the chute. The type of chute that was big enough for one large person or two if one was small enough. But it wasn’t meant to hold our weight which meant the trip down would be rough, good thing we were Immortals.
“We can make it to the elevator. What about the other people on this floor?”
“You’ve already wasted two minutes.”
“But Mac is coming—-“My cry for one last hope trailed off, Markus’s words vibrated in my mind: We’re not family.
“Two and half minutes.”
He pushed me to the door. This was it. This was how I was going to die —- arguing with Markus and tottering on ridiculous high heels. I suddenly wish I was Bruce Willis at least he went on to make four more movies or was that five?
“Yippee kayay.” I braved the hallway facing off the demons. If I was going to die, I’d make a stand. Like that gun fight with Wyatt Earp. Or the Alamo. Fuck. Grand deaths, what a crock of shit, death is death and there’s nothing grand about it. I just wanted to be someplace else. I didn’t want to die and not know what true love was.
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[Markus - Then.]
“You are leaving?” He asked.
Fin nodded, thankful she could return to business with him. She needed to relax. Turning from the door she headed back to her belongings. Finding her voice again she felt glad she was able to sound at least normal. “The new personal documents you require are in the folder, on the table over there.”
She indicated where he could find the identity needed to begin a new life any where in the world. Nick closed the hotel door behind him, went to the table indicated and picked up the folder. She had been thorough amassing the proper identification he would need. Passports. Birth certificates. Social Security numbers. Bank account numbers. Career history. School records. Personal history.
“Make sure you familiarize yourself with the stats, one slip up—-”
He interrupted, “—-I will not blow my cover.” Of course he wouldn’t he had been too well trained in special ops undercover work to allow one single mistake. Mistakes, he knew costs lives, this time it could be his if he wasn’t careful. “John Porter. Easy enough name to remember.”
Fin busied herself with packing her belongings, she remained quiet for a while and spoke. Testing.
“Nick?” Her back to him, she waited for a reply, when given none she turned to face him with a raised eyebrow. Startlingly winter green eyes settled on her, giving her a return raised eyebrow. “Why didn’t you answer?” she asked him.
“There is no Nick in this room.” He had past the test. Placing the folder on the table he folded his arms to look at her. “Who are you?” He finally asked.
CDJ FOR ROLEPLAYING CHARACTERS AND WRITING NONSENSE
