(K. :D)

"Sounds great."

(Maby you could mak thier house. You wanna play the girl and I'll play the boy?)

((Righto... girl be older?))

Lissy nodded again,

"It does, doesn't it?!"

(I'm too lazy to object so why not?)

He grined. "It really does, hun."

(Wanna fast forward to Fri? I go night-night!)

((lol. we can just stop til you return :D))

((I resent this.

My work isn't the best eatier, were underfonded, and my agants are pairing up. Tow by two just like that damn ark

Neither of my characters have paired up with anyone....unless you count Hayley with her computer))

((Yeah, neither has Ace. In fact, Den and Brooke are the only real couple at WH. Jason's been constantly hitting on Hayley, though, and Ace is almost tempted to hold an impromptu seminar on the dangers of relationships in this line of work. He would be one to know, for sure. When I think about it, if you two keep at it, you'll the the second-or is it first reborn-couple at WH. I don't even know what's going on by Gallagher's sidelines.))

(Sorry you do guyz, but he has no idea how deep it goes, he thinks it's everyone.)

((yeah but just because Den and Brooke are a couple, it doesn't mean they can't do their jobs when they need to. You saw how Den reacted when Callisto mentioned Brooke; he didn't get all teary-eyed or get overly protective or anything, he just kept his mouth shut and didn't make any sort of comment. Now, that was when Brooke wasn't there....we haven't yet been able to figure out how well the two of them would do under pressure/attack together. Anyway, my point is that just because the characters have relationships it doesn't mean that it jeopardizes their ability to do their jobs well...I'm speaking for Den and Brooke at least, not too sure about Jason there...))

(Well true...personaly I'm not sure why everybody's comenting about it all...Key just thinks when Den & Broke, or whoever has relastionship (Oh yeah sweet spelling skills) and get into fighting situation they'll want to make sure thier patner gets out alive instead of compelting the goal of the mission. And when you really think about Dani, Ace & coop are the only ones not involed with anyone. (Yes Heylily is not with Jason, but she is still distracted by his atempts to get her.)

((Hayley would finish the mission even if it meant Jason died. It's not that big of a deal for her.))

(ok...whatever...)

((Um... GET OVER IT! Lol. Key doesn't exactly pay close attention to his peoples relationships anyway :D He was just having a whinge... as we are all prone to XD))

(So we still wanna fastforward? At least here anyway, that's the beauty of RPs you can technely be in two places at once.)

((Sounds like a plan :D))

(Alright if you're still here you start, I gotta go to bed.)

i'm ffing for us.

You see a red mercaded driving down the long street. The hood of the car shimmers in reflection of the sun. Inside the car is driven by Samantha.

(I needed to put some emphasis on her most beloved possesion... her car.)

((Mercedes? Is that what you mean?))

(Sorry, I don't watch whayt I write. I just write it. But yeah. A Mercedes. I Don't know myuck about cars, except what I've seen from my brother's need for speed games. I'm not a car guy. I'm a video game playing, comic book reading, fanfiction writing kinda guy. You know?)

The car stops abruptly. The door swings open as Samantha stepped out. She looked at the place in front of her. Gallagher HQ. She kept a stoic face and walked in.

(I am good *Do a backlfip in joy* I mean it. I think I could become an award winning author. Maybe I will. If I do and for some reason, I need to make a thank you speech... You all might be in it. Thank you all.)

Samantha steps out of the Gallagher HQ and opens her car door.

(Ten minutes later, watching her drive is boring. Like almost all driving.)

he steps out her car and looks at the tall office building she stopped in front of. She walked through the spinning door and looked around. 'Where is he?' Samantha walks to a chair. 'I guess I can wait.'

(Try to use past tense)

Miheal Kimbers was in his office. He had alsways acted like a business man to cover up his true powers. He was an informant to Samantha. She'd get info off of Miheal and she would work with it.

A speaker from his desk bleeped then a voice, female, came through. "Mr. Kimbers, Samantha is here to se you." Miheal eyed in surprise, they had no meeting today. He pushed down the button so he could speak.

"Let her in, Gladice."

"Yes,sir"

The door, almost instantly, had flown open. Samantha walked in, with her sly smile. She sat down in a comfortable looking office chair of lavender.

"So, what brings you here, Samantha" Miheal asked.

"Not much, but I need some information, if you can get it." She replied smugly.

"Have I ever failed you?" He replied a smile creping up his face.

"No" She began, ",But there always will be a first." She got up from the chair and was, as soon as Miheal blinked, at his ear. "I want you to find some information on my new accomplices. One of them is (What's gridley's first name Just pretend I said It. I forgot and I'm to lazy to look t up.) Gridley. The other is called Kravin, he's the leader of Gallagher."

"The terrorist group?" He asked conusedly.

"The very same." She drew away and walked to the door before miheal stopped her. "You know, Samantha, you've done things in the past hat were reckless. But this.." His head shook. "I.. don't think you should be doing this." Samantha had a calm look as she turned around. "You shouldn't worry so much. You might get sick." She then closed the door as she walked out of the room.

(I will try to use past tense. But present tense is what I'm good at. So... this is just another challenge.)

((That'd be Sean Gridley, Twisted. His file's bursting with info at the FBI, Scotland Yard, Interpol, MI-5, the former KGB, and whatever other agencies you want to use. Make up whatever atrocities you want, I don't really care as long as it adds to Gridley's reputation and wallet.))

(Thanks for the info. I will make him as rich looking and as evil as possible.)

"Let's see what I can dig up on this Sean Gridley." Miheal sid as he started typing on his labtop. "Hmm. FBI. Let's check."

(Five minutes later.)

Miheal makes a long low whistle. "What.. a record. He's not just rich but busy." He read FBI stuff on Gridley, not likely getting everything. (If Gridley does stuff all over the world I doubt that the FBI could get everything.)

Samantha had exited the building now. A tune was heard from her pocket. She took out her cell phone and answered the call. "Who is it?" She said dryly.

"I've got some info you may want."

"Miheal, I just left the building. You already have information?" She asked suspiciously.

"This guy. Man. He's a rich man straight from hell. Not the kinda guy you wanna get P. O.ed. Says here he's broken almost as many laws as there have been created. You name. He's already broken just about every amendment, not that you haven't broken one or two."

"What about slavery?"

"Yeah. Says here he has slaves, workers. He's one of the most power full men on Earth."

"Then I've got my work cut out for me this time." She replied slyly.

"What are you-" Before he could finish, Samantha hung up. "Damn. I hate it when she does that."

---

Samantha entered her car. "He's one sick freak. Better keep my eyes open." She then drove off.

Samantha had one pit-stop before going to the big apple.

She got out of her car and headed into the large building that heald Miheals Office. She walked over to the secretary and said. "Tell Miheal that I will be in New York city for a while. If he needs me. He'll know where I am." The secretary nodded. Samantha headed back into her car and then drove for her destination.

(Now she's heading for New York city)

((From WH))

Serrah pointed to the coffe shop,

"Is that the one you meant?"

"Yup."

She nodded, pushing open the door to the shop, holding it for him.

He mumbled thanks and sat at a booth by the window."

She nodded but didn't sit, "Did you want something?" she asked, motioning to the counter before pressing the back of he rhand to his forehead, checking his temperature.

"Tea?"

"Any special sort?" she asked, smiling at him.

"Wouldn't care..." He found himself smiling back.

She nodded and went over to order them some good-old fashioned tea.

"How're you feeling?" she asked, sliding in next to him.

"A bit better," he said after siping his tea.

"Good." she smiled again and nodded, sipping her own tea, "I'm not carrying you back if you do collapse, you realise."

"Aww...that woulda been fun."

Serrah snorted softly, shaking her head,

"For you, amybe, but I'm not exactly the hulk here, am I?!"

"I don't know..if you tore your shirt off and ran around that'd be cool.."

She narrowed her eyes at him playfully, tugging at the end of her shirt,

"Now what would daddy say to that?" she wondered aloud, "And especially while I'm out with one of his... employees." she grinned.

"I don't know..should we wait and see?"

Serrah laughed, standing up, she never was one to back down after all. And to upset her fatehr would be all the more fun.

He smiled and waited to see what would happen. If she really did it, he was SO fired!

Pulling off her shirt, she revealed a singlet underneath, winking at Jason then ran around the tables a couple of times, ignoring the wierd looks before sliding in next to him again.

"Happy?"

"Maybe..a little turn on too." He didn't mean to say the last part, but in a way he did. Just not right there.

She cocked an eyebrow at his admittance then grinned, poking her tongue out at him and bumping his shoulder with hers,

"Lucky I didn't run around in my bra, then." she teased.

"Yeah..."

"Lighten up, Grump." she teased, bumping his shoulder again before pulling her shirt back on.

"I mean yeah, I woulda liked that to much.

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