Matt can tell the precise moment when he first had suspicions.
“There’s a call for you, sir,” comes the voice over the intercom. “It’s Mister Linderman.”
Nathan looks with distaste at the phone.
It’s always like this, thinks Matt. A call from Linderman, and Nathan drops everything. The President of the United States, in the pocket
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Mad love!
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Thanks! :D
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BRILLIANT. BRILLIANT BRILLIANT BRILLIANT. I would say something more interesting, but I can't, as I'm knee-deep in making a fanmix and only surfaced to read your fic. But it was brilliant.
(You've got a little typo, though: Mohinder’s mouth twists. “All right. Should be a quotation mark there)
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I'm glad you liked :P
(.....*fixes typo*)
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Working together.... for the greater good... in totally the wrong way. Ha!
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Well, thank you! I really appreciate that :)
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