Introducing Wesley Gibson

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It's the ultimate revenge, blowing away the bastard-who first saved and then systematically ruined his life-by beating him at his own game. It had been remarkably easy to lure Sloan to the accounting office he'd worked at when he was still a pussy just a normal guy. All he had to do was employ some eager-to-impress intern to "accidentally" let slip

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[laying_ingraves]

Illeana had been there for a while. And she'd not really been paying attention to who came and who went. Either way as she headed down towards the beach, she heard the exclaimation. So she changes direction heading towards Wesley.

"They've dubbed it Hotel California." Not that it was. The FBI agent leans against the doorframe, watching the stranger. They lived without calendars. Without radios. Nothing that would tell the year or anything else.

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Wesley starts. In his state of confusion and 'what-the-fuck-ness' he hadn't seen the woman in the doorway. He spins around, and his jaw drops.

"F-fox?" He whispers, even more confused than before.

[laying_ingraves]

She raises a slight brow at that. "No. Name's Illeana."

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"Ille-what?" He stares at her, a bemused smile playing on his lips. Was this a trick? The past six weeks had been filled with enough mind-fuck that he wouldn't be surprised.

[factbasedlogic]

Jackson raises his eyebrows a little, amused at the new arrival. "Well hello there. I take it you're new?"

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"What the..." Wesley turns to face his greeter. The amused look on the man's face irritates him. "Obviously. I've never been here in my life...I don't even know where /here/ is." He takes a few deep breaths, trying to calm his pulse.