Jan 10, 2012 20:27
Andréa took a moment to turn around to face Miranda. Probably a bad idea since it allowed their nipples to brush against each other, their breaths mingling, Andréa brought her hands up to gently clasp Miranda’s shoulders. Her doe-eyes pleading, intoxicating with the older woman.
There were a few moments that Miranda hadn’t even been aware of her surroundings, completely lost in the taste, texture, smells, and sounds coming from Andréa. It was… disconcerting.... Chapter 17
However it was the file of a name that truly shifted Miranda’s perspective on evil. Christopher Wirth, or who was once known as Christopher the Terrible-not very original, but certainly apt, made Miranda redefine her priorities. She’d know that face anywhere; she saw it in her nightmares from the stories spoken about from her parents, she saw it in the files hidden in the Soviet Party’s East Germany’s Secret Police files... Chapter 18
Douglas Fairbanks wasn’t like most of the agents within the Tombs. He grew up in a middle class household, bordering on blue collar, family. He married his high-school sweetheart and he graduated from a state school, unlike most of his colleagues who often proudly displayed their Ivy League or elite private school pedigrees. They wore Brooks Brothers’ suits, or preppy short-sleeved Polo shirts, were often athletically fit, befitting a generally attractive WASP-Y look... Chapter 19
Andy carefully adjusted her goggles, centering herself as the wind whipped around her. She was about to rappel off of a 88-story building. A gloved- hand gripped the rope, her strong legs stood on special rubber-soled shoes, while her other hand re-checked her gear and ensuring that she had everything she needed to complete this dangerous mission...
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