Peter glared into his jello cup. The jello was garishly yellow and tasted like eating air-- soft, snail-like air. It was only one of the many ways in which being hospitalized really didn't work for him, and he was eager to do something to change that.

His eyes slid towards his laptop. Now if only certain parties would stop being completely ( Read more... )

Peter didn't take the car to work very often. His security experts had assured him that if he kept using the same car, eventually someone would catch on to it and put a hit out on him. So... he avoided it. Most of the time ( Read more... )