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Jared and Jensen are hauled to their feet and frogmarched across town. They’re dragged into the looming glass-and-steel headquarters of Morgan Corp and down to a room that Jensen remembers all too well.

The room has a lot of electronic equipment, some medical equipment and several black vinyl gurneys with straps and manacles. Jensen recognizes Dr ( Read more... )

Jensen is half way across the dusty red sand in between the mountains that house the Bio Domes and the lava tunnels on the far side of the Pyramid mine, when Venusville blows up.  He staggers forward and almost loses his footing, but Jay’s hand shoots out to press against his hip, helping him stay upright.

There are twelve of them making their way ( Read more... )

Jared is laying on his back on their bed, with one knee bent, his arms folded above his head and his eyes closed. Jensen kind of can’t help himself. He takes a running jump and bounces onto the bed beside his lover.

Jared opens his eyes. “Dork,” he says fondly.

Jensen grins. “Yeah, but I’m your dork.”

Jared rolls onto his side. “Do you think Morgan’ ( Read more... )

Dean is dragged from his room by two of the black-clad intruders. Of the remaining four, two take point and two walk behind him with Carmen.

Dean is trembling and his stomach churns with fear as they head to the elevators. Carmen had told the guys with the guns that Dean was to be escorted straight to Governor Morgan and then she’d sneered at him ( Read more... )

Dean is sitting at a plastic table in the mess hall with a pile of Martian credit chips beside him.

“Call,” he says.

Lucas allows the light of triumph to shine in his eyes. “Three aces,” he crows.

Dean winces. “That's a bad beat. That is a bad beat...”

Lucas grins and begins to gather up the credit chips that are on the table in between him and Dean ( Read more... )

Dean decides to head back to Sector Nine, figuring that it’ll be easier to lose himself there than in a residential sector. And then… what? Head to the Lower District to hide out? Try to get to Mars to figure out what he supposedly blabbed about? Dean’s head is spinning and his hands have started to shake. The ear-drum-splitting klaxon that sounds ( Read more... )

Gordon wants to head into Sector Nine for drinks again.

“C’mon, man,” he cajoles. “Our wives are on afternoon shift. What’ve you got to do that’s better, huh?”

Dean suspects that Carmen has put him up to this. He suddenly imagines the conversation; Kirsten telling Gordon that Carmen told her that Dean is questioning his sexuality. He goes hot, then ( Read more... )

His footfalls slap in the hollowed-rock tunnel and the echo is loud. Too loud. The thrum of the big drills and hydraulic excavators is only a distant background hum here, and it doesn’t drown out the sound of their passage. It makes him uneasy.

This far underground the air is damp and thin and if he wasn’t wearing a mask, every breath would be ( Read more... )