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Preview: Waiting the Dawn
Jan. 15th, 2003 06:48 amI didn't get home untill after Mom got off work yesterday. Looks like this is how it's going to be on Tuesdays and Thursdays, between bio lab and the foreign language lab. Today I'm home by 1:00. Biology, math, break, history, home. We're actually getting down to work in history today, I hope
Finally checked my grades from last semester; I got a C in French I. Which is about what I figured. Being me, I'm wishing it had been a B, but passing is passing.
I wrote about a page of the Alias fic yesterday- am to the point now where the reprecussions of Ice and Glass really start to come through.
Just because I like you guys, a preview:
"Come to my office, Jack. We need to talk."
Yes, we do. Unfortunately I don't think you are in a listening frame of mind, Assistant Director Kendall.
I have little to say, myself. But what I have been given is less an invitation, more a command, and so these things don't matter. He beckons, I come.
Into his office, fairly large space but it seems suddenly small; myself and Kendall within is too much.
"I've heard what happened here last night," he begins.
"Have you? Good. The condition she was in- It never should have come to that." Long practice keeps my voice steady and detached. In this voice I could do anything, say anything. In such a voice I have interrogated a rogue's gallery of suspects and informants; In such a voice I have supported Arvin Sloane's every word, hiding a desire to see him dead which never ever really leaves me.
Kendall glares; this is not what he means. "I agree, and we'll deal with that later. What concerns me now is you."
He picks up a folder, withdraws something from it. Tosses it down on the desk so that it slides towards me. I see it out of the corner of my eye; sharp, high-resolution image, printed from surveillance tapes.
The kiss.
Formatting may suck, but I'll fix it later- must dash off to Bio now.
Finally checked my grades from last semester; I got a C in French I. Which is about what I figured. Being me, I'm wishing it had been a B, but passing is passing.
I wrote about a page of the Alias fic yesterday- am to the point now where the reprecussions of Ice and Glass really start to come through.
Just because I like you guys, a preview:
"Come to my office, Jack. We need to talk."
Yes, we do. Unfortunately I don't think you are in a listening frame of mind, Assistant Director Kendall.
I have little to say, myself. But what I have been given is less an invitation, more a command, and so these things don't matter. He beckons, I come.
Into his office, fairly large space but it seems suddenly small; myself and Kendall within is too much.
"I've heard what happened here last night," he begins.
"Have you? Good. The condition she was in- It never should have come to that." Long practice keeps my voice steady and detached. In this voice I could do anything, say anything. In such a voice I have interrogated a rogue's gallery of suspects and informants; In such a voice I have supported Arvin Sloane's every word, hiding a desire to see him dead which never ever really leaves me.
Kendall glares; this is not what he means. "I agree, and we'll deal with that later. What concerns me now is you."
He picks up a folder, withdraws something from it. Tosses it down on the desk so that it slides towards me. I see it out of the corner of my eye; sharp, high-resolution image, printed from surveillance tapes.
The kiss.
Formatting may suck, but I'll fix it later- must dash off to Bio now.
