Greg Vs Raid 9-43

Grief 7.17a – o – o – o – o – o – o – o –​ Greg leaned against the steel railing of the elevated command platform, one arm folded, the other tapping a slow, absent rhythm against the metal. his foot rested on the lowest rung, shifting his weight slightly as he took…

The basement beneath Casa De La Veder had been spared of the oceanic onslaught that was Leviathan. All the buildings this far inland had, honestly, so it wasn’t all that special. Even still, geography was a bitch and a half to deal with. Being built on the coast was convenient and all — if the…

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Sliding into the warehouse from the skylight was a different feeling than normal. It was already more impressive than most everything else around it for blocks, honestly. A place where the air conditioning actually worked and the Wi-Fi was fast enough to stream 1080p without buffering, and the floor didn’t smell like rotten caviar? That…

Grief 7.12b – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – Late afternoon sunlight streamed through the living room curtains, draping uneven golden lines over the scuffed hardwood floor. Taylor sat cross-legged on the couch, a worn paperback in one hand and her other absently tracing the stitching of…

Lag 6.19a                                                   – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – 8:15 PM EST May 15th Downton, Brockton Bay Susan Veder couldn’t remember the last time she had a night out like this. Has it been three years? She felt a frown form on her face at the self-directed…