Jake put on the coffee machine. He put most of his art stuff out on the desk, making it ready for when Annette came, and then he picked up a particularly hard-boiled pulp book and settled down on his bed to read.

Two minutes later there was a ping from his laptop. Jake put his book down and went to poke it.

unknown says: Pick up tomorrow. ( Read more... )

Jake was lying on his new bed, eating cheerleader cookies and trying to focus on his pulp novel. It wasn't going too well. He'd gone to pick up most of his stuff from 230, and Krycek hadn't been around. Jake still wasn't sure if that made it better or worse ( Read more... )