Re-Run
Disclaimer: The PPC was created by Jay and Acacia, the original assassins. I just have Permission to contribute. The text below is a review in narrative form and also contains elements of parody/satire. Burn Notice was created by Matt Nix, and is aired by USA Network. BURN NOTICE SEASON 8 belongs to metsfan101, who will kindly keep it.
Betas: EllipsisFlood, Data_junkie
Special Thanks go to Makari for help with canon character speech.
Previous Appearance: Sixth Interlude: Christmas Party (blank link)
Re-Run
“Burn Notice? Really? Yeah man! I’ve been wanting to meet Fiona for ages now! She’s like a PPC agent that made it as a canon character!” Miah said, practically vibrating with excitement.
“What kind of show would have someone as violent, snarky, dedicated, and crazy as the typical agent as a main character?” Cali asked.
“Hah! You’ve been too busy with your girlfriend to do canon research with me. Shame, shame, shame,” Miah said rubbing her fingers together in the shaming gesture. “Fiona makes sense in context. She’s a former IRA bomber, current gun smuggler, and girlfriend of Michael. She totally saves his butt all the time. Sounds like us on that last bit, doesn’t it?” Miah smiled mock-sweetly.
“The guy dates a bomb-making gun smuggler? What kind of dude is he?” Cali asked, choosing to ignore Miah’s teasing.
“He was a spy. Some bad people made it look like he had done a bunch of horrible things, and he was disavowed. His handlers dumped him in Miami, and put him on all the No Travel lists. He helps people while trying to clear his name.” Miah smiled. “Lots of things go boom!”
Cali rolled his eyes and finished putting on his armor. The green paint was wearing off, showing the original black. He smiled. He’d let it go. He didn’t have to hide behind a costume to be worthwhile.
“Hey, anyway, how can you be skeptical of violent girls, when you’re dating Cadmar?” Miah asked, pausing in her check of the contents of her pack.
“Cadmar isn’t a canon. She’s a PPC assassin. We’re supposed to be violent and bit insane.”
“Huh. You’re right,” Miah said and went back to packing.
The flutter of feathery wings announced Castor’s arrival just before the cat landed on his shoulder. Cali set Castor down by the monitor of the console. “Any plans for world domination while I’m gone?” Cali asked.
“Noooo. Nozhing,” Castor said shaking his furry head, secretly glad that he was finally being featured again.
“Mmm hmm. Just don’t destroy anything that will get DoSAT on me. Please?”
Castor purred and began licking his paw.
Cali sighed and set the coordinates for the portal.
“I think my outfit will be fine, but you need to be toned down a bit. Military spec haircut should do the trick. I am so excited about this mission! I can stock up on weapons and C4, and I might get to blow something up--” Miah’s voice cut off as she walked through the portal.
Cali followed and walked right into an author’s note. It had manifested as an immensely tall, cement wall with the words in graffiti and a loudspeaker blaring the message. He covered his ears and squeezed his eyes shut as if that would help block the sound.
--XED SPELLING MISTAKES. Michael attempts to get Fiona pregnant while doing his client cases and dealing with a madman. REVIEWS
The sound of the capslock note forced Cali to his knees.
R NEEDED. I SWEAR UR ALL PISSING ME OFF
The booming stopped and Cali cautiously looked up to locate Miah. She was staring at the wall, wearing glopsnerch ear muffs. She looked over and shouted, “Why didn’t you put on your earmuffs? Nevermind. Did you notice how talented at multitasking Michael is in that summary?”
Cali shook his head.
“Look at it,” Miah said. “He’s trying to get Fiona pregnant at the same time that he is doing cases and dealing with a madman. I, uh, I really hope that the fic doesn’t follow the summary very closely.”
Note: if a sentence is bolded it means that Michael is narrating his thoughts to the viewers/ readers. None of the other characters could hear what he narrates.
“Well, I hope the other characters can’t hear his thoughts,” he said tapping Miah on the shoulder.
She removed her earmuffs and said, “Did you see that plot note? This is supposed to be season eight as if the show had ended after season four. Only problem there is that the show is on season six and this was published after season five ended.”
“Have you seen season five?” Cali said, barely avoiding a collision with a new tall wall that had Episode 1: Same Old Sequence painted on it.
“Not all of it, but we should be okay since I have seen season four and most of five, and this says it ignores five,” Miah says. “Oh man! I hate present tense!”
Michael is at Sam's place since Sam had asked him to come over for a drink. While there, Michael is talking on the phone with Jesse.
Cali’s stomach lurched as they were abruptly switched back to past tense when Michael ‘said’ his next line. Cali fumbled his motion sickness medicine out of his pocket and took a dose.
"Jesse, I have told you the best thing we could do is not get involved with those gangs. You should call the FBI. You know they would handle the financials. " Replied Michael.
"Once they get the money the will kill Francis. Do you seriously think they will trust him again, even if he didn't do it, it will still cost him his life. You need to prove his innocence."
“Are any of these new names canon characters, Miah?”
“Jesse and Sam. Jesse is another burned spy. Sam is retired special forces, current ladies man, and Michael’s best friend. I still don’t see what all those women see in him though. Maybe it’s that he’s played by Bruce Campbell.”
“This show has the craziest cast I’ve ever heard of,” Cali said.
"What do you want me to do? Do you think I should just confront the 50 members of the motorcycle gang and tell them that even though they have all of this evidence that Francis sabotaged them, they should let him live out of pity?" Michael asked sarcastically.
The agents listened to the conversation with growing consternation.
"Your right Jesse." Michael replied with a different tone, a more disappointed tone. "I am sorry that I am not so cooperative right now, but Fiona and I have been trying to have a baby, and the pregnancy results came back negative."
“Buwha?” Miah spluttered. Canon seemed to be having the same idea, because Sam also spluttered before speaking.
"Since when have you and Fiona wanted to have a child? No offence but you is to into the action to care for a child. We discussed this already, I though you guys said you didn't want one."
“Um...yay?” Cali said, not sure if canon’s protesting of the wrongness of the fic was a good thing or not phrased that way.
“Why is this making it sound like Sam is in charge of this baby decision? He sounds like he’s being all Father Knows Best--toward a teenager, which Michael and Fiona are most definitely not.”
"We have been thinking about this for a long time." replied Michael, "I think I'm going to quit the agency soon." "I want to become a father."
"Dam Sam said.”
Cali turned to comment to Miah and met another one of those walls face first. Miah stepped around it. “So that’s what those things are. Dams. Miah said,” said Miah.
“Why did you say that, Miah? Cali asked.” He looked confused at his own actions.
“Oh man, groaned Miah, look at the fic. The quotation marks are on the outside of the dialogue tags now. It’s forcing everyone to narrate their own actions.”
“I’m just going to stop talking until this straightens itself out, Cali said rolling his eyes.”
Michael began a wall of text explanation that manifested as another small dam. He explained that Francis, the OC with a problem, had supposedly gotten drunk on the job at a paid parking lot and trashed sixty-six motorcycles with a crowbar. Since the nice biker gang’s insurance wouldn’t cover the damages due to Francis being drunk, the bikers had politely informed him that he had two weeks to pay them $30,000 for the repairs.
Since he had stolen wallets from the bikes as well, he was being charged another $15,000, and then just felt like he should pay them $20,000 interest. At least somewhere in there, the quotations went back to being placed properly.
If we don't get the money in four days, he will have to enlist in witness protection." Michael said.
“I... I don’t even...” Miah trailed off.
“So now the Witness Protection program is just there keep people that have annoyed biker gangs safe? No testifying? No witnessing? AND the guy still wouldn’t be safe? Really, these bikers are better at finding people than the mob is?” Cali had gotten louder and louder through his tirade until Miah tackled him and clamped her hand over his mouth.
Before Cali could decide to lick her hand to make her let go, the scene shifted dragging the agents along to Francis’ apartment. They landed in the bedroom out of sight. Miah released Cali, and they listened as Francis told his side of the story. When he admitted that he had been drinking on the job before being knocked out, Jesse went into a capslock of rage wall of text. None of the characters seemed to notice the dam that sprang up blocking the bathroom off from the hallway.
EVEN IF YOU DIDN'T DAMAGE THE MOTORCYCLES, SINCE YOU WERE DRUNK IT AUTOMTAICALLY BECOMES YOUR RESPONCIBILTY. ATLEAST WE KNOW THE INSURANCE AGENTS ARE NOT BEING PRICKS, THEY KNEW NOT TO BELIEVE YOUR STORY. YOU WERE TOO DRUNK TO FIGHT AND CALL FOR HELP. IM NOT GOING TO HAVE MY FRIENDS PUT THEIR LIVES ON THE LINE FOR YOU. GO TESTIFY AND ENROLL IN WITNESS PROTECTION BECAUSE I DON'T GIVE A DAM ANYMORE"
“That guy is so articulate when he yells,” Miah said, pointing at the misspelled words and rubbing her ears. “And the dams just keep coming. The least the fic could do would be to provide a dam snack bar in a dam lounge.” She looked at Cali to see if he got her reference, but rolled her eyes and let it pass when he continued on apparently oblivious to her attempted humor.
“Is it just me or do these bikers sound awfully polite?” Cali asked. “They really collected evidence against the guy, tallied up the cost of the damages to their bikes, checked with their insurance agents for coverage, and then gave the guy a few weeks time frame for reparations and repairs?”
Francis started crying, the team relented and agreed again to help him--even if he was a lying bastered. Michael gave painfully obvious narration that wasn’t formatted like the notes at the beginning had promised they would be, and a vague, but silly, plan was made.
The pair of agents were yanked through another scene change. This time with a tense change as well. Cali curled up on the ground, clutching his stomach in spite of his motion sickness medication. Miah found the RA in her pack and pressed Yes when it asked if she would like to revert to past tense permanently.
Miah pulled Cali to his feet. They were just in time for them to see Sugar, the drug dealing former neighbor, in a car with Michael.
"I think we both know that you would rather take a beating then let some innocent get brutally murdered. Am I right?" asked Michael in a very annoyed tone.
"You owe me big time for this Westen." Said Sugar.
"The fact that I didn't kill you is enough." Replied Michael.
“I’m getting a CAD reading on Michael,” Miah said. The device beeped immediately after she pointed it at him.
[Michael Westen, burned spy--canon character--OOC 78%--Character Rupture Imminent]
Sugar went into the compound and a few minutes later dragged himself back looking worse for the wear.
“The fic forgets about him after Michael leaves the car. We can send him to Medical, let them make sure he doesn’t have any internal damage or anything,” Cali said, already programming the RA.
“I’ll follow Michael, then,” Miah said.
“No way! Any one of those nice men with the guns might see you--including Michael if the OOC gets any worse. Read the words!”
“You’re no fun anymore,” Miah said poutily before checking for the presence of grumpy British colonels with no sense of humor. Not seeing any, she read the scene while Cali guided Sugar through a portal.
“How is Michael doing in the drug guy’s lair?” Cali asked when he was done.
“We-eell, let’s just say that it’s a good thing the CAD isn’t pointed at him right now. He is way smarter and, and...circumspect than this. He almost never goes to talk to bad guys as himself, and he rarely ever tells them directly what he wants. See? The guy is going to force Michael to leave his office. Check this out.” Miah pointed to a section of the words.
"IF I DON'T RECEIVE ANSWERS I WILL HAVE YOU ARRESTED FOR SELLING ILLEGAL DRUGS. NOW TELL ME THE TRUTH MALLI, DID YOU TRASH THOSE MOTORCYCLES?" ROARED MICHAEL.
“Now sure, he’s capable of yelling at people to push them, if the situation calls for it, but this one doesn’t. At all. He even got on to his brother at one point in canon for trying exactly this kind of direct approach. It doesn’t work.” Miah looked like she was going to continue when Michael was escorted out by armed men.
The men closed the doors to the compound and Michael stood just outside the doors to make a phone call. Canon made a feeble attempt at asserting itself with Jesse first asked him why he didn't use his cover name, but then the fic’s nonsense reasserted itself.
Cali took another reading with the CAD.
[Michael Westen, burned spy--canon character--OOC 87%--Character Rupture]
“We had better stay out of his line of sight, Miah,” Cali said showing her the CAD reading. Miah spluttered, but didn’t get anything intelligible out before Jesse’s speech caught their attention.
Jesse said he had just spoken the leader of the "South Miami Motorcycle Gang," Ramon, and he said that Malli had met with one of Ramon's men that night. The guy's name is Allen. Allen is a close friend with both Malli and Ramon.
“What? No. Just. No. These are not bikers. These are...are...accountants!” Miah shouted. Cali dragged her into the bushes when Michael looked around for the source of the noise. Cali was about to release Miah when they were dragged through yet another unmarked scene change.
"I just wish I knew why that weasel (referring to Francis) would try and frame Malli?" Allen asked. "Malli claims he never did anything to Francis." Allen looked at his watch and then preceded to say, "I have to go. It was nice talking to you two."
Miah waved emphatically at the retreating Allen. “Accountants, I’m telling you!”
Cali forced her to swallow some Bleeprin.
Allen left the bar and Michael said to Jesse, "It was Allen, Malli sent him to do it but if Francis was able to recognize the attacker, it would be impossible to get payback."
Miah made an indignant noise over that, but the Bleeprin had mellowed her enough that she didn’t say anything. They stayed in the bar as the canons left. They’d be back in a paragraph.
“I’m with you on that one. That sentence makes no sense at all. It’s like the poor guy’s brain has had a badfic lobotomy. A... ficotomy! Yeah. That’s it, a ficotomy,” Cali said beaming at his own cleverness.
“At least he’s still human. Ramon just turned into a human sized package of noodles,” Miah said pointing to the words.
Jesse called up Ramen and told Ramen about their suspicions, and Ramon said they would all go and search Allen's home. Ramon warned that if they could not find any evidence in Allen's house, he would kill Francis on the spot. Ramen also said Francis must go with them to search the house too.
“Paging the Redundant Department of Redundancy Department,” Miah said in a faux mechanical voice. “Of course Francis has to be there for Ramon to shoot him on the spot! I wonder why Ramon is going to search the house when they only told their suspicions to his lunch?”
“That’s not his lunch! That’s his alter ego! Ramen--noodle man extraordinaire! By day he is Ramon, accounting biker thug. By night he is Ramen--defender of the common noodle!”
Miah was doubled over laughing. She paused just long enough to punch Cali on the arm. “You--you’ve--got to--keep watch--” she fell draped over the barstool laughing.
“Um, Miah? I don’t think I was quite that funny. Did you sneak more Bleeprin?”
“Chargelist!” she said, still flopped over the barstool. The characters all left to go to Allen’s house.
Cali kept reading. There was no way they could hide from the OCs and the dangerously out of character Michael with one of them laughing uncontrollably.
Ramen/Ramon threatened to kill Francis until Jesse found Allen’s secret safe. Michael stared at his fingers as if fascinated by them. Cali wondered what the CAD would say if he tried to take a reading on Michael now.
Ramen forced Allen to open it. In the safe were a watch, a stack of money, and two tapes.
Upon noticing this Ramon asked, "Allen, are those the security tapes from the parking lot? Allen replied by saying,
"No boss, those are my wedding tapes"
Ramon then said, "Allen, your not married. It was you that trashed our motorcycles. You're working for Molli. YOU ARE A WEASEL."
Miah stood up and dried her eyes. “Weasel. That is the worst word that the leader of a biker gang knows. Yeah, I buy that. Let’s go end this. Open the portal just after they are through shooting at each other.” She put her sunglasses on and drew her dart pistol.
"You guys get out of here, I will make sure Allen receives everything he deserves. Francis I'll make sure none of my men hurt you, don't worry." Ramen/Ramon was saying as the agents stepped into the room.
“Everyone put their hands up! Jesse, we are here to help, kindly do not try any of your spy-fu on us.”
Jesse had his hands up, but Miah still didn’t trust him to wait long before making his move. She suddenly got a devious look on her face. “Cali. Portal to the loft for our friend.”
Cali adjusted the dial and Jesse fell through the portal that now appeared under his feet.
“Well, now we can properly deal with you lot,” Miah said, and took a breath to begin charging them.
“What about Michael?” Cali said pointing to the glassy eyed spy standing at the back of the group.
“I guess we better check the CAD again. Although, it might explode. This is like a whole episode of the show with no explosions. That’s just wrong.” Miah said, somewhat hopefully.
The screen on the CAD displayed [Nice try. I wouldn’t explode for any possible reason now.]
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just get the measure, already,” Miah said sulkily.
[Michael Westen, burned spy--Canon Character--OOC 98%--Possession]
Miah shook the thing. “Possession? With all these OC goons hanging around here?”
[Pffffffffffttt]
Miah pointed the CAD at Ramen/Ramon.
[Ramen/Ramon--Original Character--Super noodle hero/Biker Accountant--54% developed personality--Recommendation: Recruitment]
“Aww man. I really wanted to kill something. Darn it all.” Miah fired darts at Ramen/Ramon and Michael. They both dropped to the floor.
“Alright. Cover them, Cali,” Miah said indicating the three remaining OCs. “Allen and Malli, you are charged with being too stupid to be criminal leaders. And... damn. That’s about it. All right, all right! Look at the birdy.” She flashed the neuralyzer at them. “Ok, Malli, Allen you are ex-cons and Francis, you are their co-worker. You guys all work in the Wal-Mart Distribution Center. There was a driveby. You should call the cops.”
“How are we going to do the rest of this?” Cali asked.
“Uh, send us to the abandoned cement factory. It should give us a bit of privacy.”
The agents rolled the two characters through the portal into a huge empty warehouse. “Let’s get the exorcism stuff set up. Not much light in here. We better set up a couple of lanterns. I don’t want to be tripping over my own feet,” Miah said, pulling equipment out of her bag. She tossed Cali a piece of chalk, and he began drawing the circle around Michael.
Miah took out Season 1 and 2 DVD sets and air horns. Cali started to set up candles. Neither of them noticed that Michael was watching them. Cali’s circle was really an oval to facilitate the percussive persuasion it usually took to exorcise the Sue phantom. When he got near Michael’s feet, Michael suddenly kicked out, sweeping Cali’s feet out from under him. In an instant, Michael was on him, choking him, and it was clear that Michael Westen, canon character, was not in control. His eyes were completely obscured by the grey smoky material of a Sue phantom.
“DID YOU REALLY THINK YOU COULD BANISH ME THAT EASILY?” the spirit said, using Michael’s voice.
As he struggled to get break free of the chokehold, Cali saw the solid grey smokiness in Michael’s eyes clear up for a second, the clear blue showing, and the pressure eased up on his throat. Then movement from Miah caught it’s attention and the moment was gone. It rammed Michael’s elbow into Cali’s nose and jumped at Miah who had been trying to get a clear shot with her dart gun.
Cali was gasping for breath and blood was pouring down his face and down his throat from his nose. He wiped tears from his eyes, and forced himself to get up. It was dark in the building. A windowless solid room. If his idea that this Stu Wraith could control whatever abilities the body it was in possessed, then he should have one, and only one, advantage over it. Michael Westen was human and couldn’t see in the dark.
He shut off the first lantern. Miah was down, but still struggling. It wasn’t yet trying to strangle her. Maybe Michael was fighting it again. He got the second lantern out, and the Wraith seemed to realize that he was still a threat.
It leapt away from Miah. Cali kicked the little tealight candles, scattering them. Several sputtered and died. Cali sidestepped and backed away as quickly as he could. The wraith stopped, trying to find him in the dark.
Cali backed into a stack of crates, knocking several of them over. The wraith turned to the sound and charged. Cali aimed his taser and tried not to let his hands shake. If it got him down again, he might not get another shot. He almost waited too late. He fired and the wires caught Michael’s chest. Cali pulled the trigger while backing away to keep its outreaching fingers from brushing him. Then it was down, and Cali fell to his knees, leaning his head down to nearly touching the floor.
“Cali?” He heard Miah calling from near the exorcism circle. He sat up to answer her and the room swirled. His vision tunneled and he fell over. His vision cleared after he was down.
“Got him!” he said as loudly as his bruised throat would allow.
“Thank canon!” Miah said, and turned on a flashlight. She had Michael’s hands and feet zip tied in a few seconds. “I don’t know why I didn’t think to do this earlier, but he’d been so slow and docile.” She gave Cali a hand sitting up. “Where is all the blood coming from, Cali?”
Cali stared at her stupidly. the adrenalin rush from earlier was leaving him quickly.
“Cali. Partner. Focus. Where are you hurt.” Miah’s voice held a definite note of panic now.
“Elbowed me in the nose. My whole face hurts,” he finally answered.
“Your nose is still bleeding. Here, lean forward and pinch your nose. No, pinch it tight. Spit out what runs into your mouth. Got it?” Cali nodded. “All right. You did good. Now let’s get this exorcism over with, and get to Medical.”
Miah slowly pulled Cali to his feet. Once he was steady, she hastily re-drew the chalk line and set the lanterns up around the perimeter. She handed Cali a set of DVD’s and nodded before she blew the air horn.
“Begone foul spirit of possession! This body belongs to canon!” she shouted, and smacked Michael with the DVD’s. “I abdjure you and your bad copying of fourth season plot lines!”
“Out demon of stilted dialogue and narrating your own actions!” Cali said raspily, hitting Michael’s arm with another box set.
“Avaunt lack of research and common sense!” Miah blew the horn again and hit Michael in the stomach, rather hard. The smokey wraith finally began billowing out of his nose and mouth.
“In the name of--” Cali looked at the back of the box “--Matt Nix, get out of that character!”
“I banish thee ficotomy. You will damage this canon no longer!”
“UR REALLY PISSING--” Both agents threw their DVD’s through the monster dissipating it.
“Quit repeating yourself!” Miah said angrily. She strode over to Ramen/Ramon. “You saw that, right?”
The man nodded quickly. Cali slid to a seat, leaning against the pallets, near Michael, but not within arm’s reach.
“So you’re basically like a biker accountant, right? That does this noodle hero gig on the side?” Miah said casually. The man nodded again. “And your gang pretty much follows the same mold?” Another nod. “So...I work for an agency called the PPC. We could use a guy like you. A bunch of guys like you. Let’s go talk to your people, Ramon.” She looked back to Cali. “Keep an eye on Michael. I’ll be back in a jiffy.”
A few minutes after she left, Cali threw up. When he realized that he had just vomited blood, he started to get panicked.
“You swallowed blood from the nosebleed. It’s good at making you nauseous,” Michael said in a calm, even tone, which still startled Cali. The guy hadn’t moved at all before speaking.
“Th-thanks,” Cali stammered.
“Why did I just try to strangle you?” Michael asked slowly as if trying to sort out his own actions.
“It’s a long story, and you wouldn’t believe me if I told you. I guess you could say that you’ve been drugged for the last several days, and we brought the antidote,” Cali said.
“So antidote, huh? Think I’ll head out for a second opinion, if you’ll just--” Michael held his wrists up indicating he wanted Cali to cut the restraint.
“Noooo. It’s, uh, it’s not finished working, and you’re awesome at fighting, and, uh, yeah.”
“How about water. Do you have any water?” Michael asked as if he were being imminently reasonable.
“W-water?” Cali was confused by the sudden change of topic.
“Yeah. Man, am I ever thirsty.” Michael smiled his most disarming smile.
“I guess all that smoke would hurt...” he pulled a bottle from his pocket and was about to hand it to Michael when a portal opened and Miah stepped through.
“Cali! Stay back!” Cali jerked his arm back to his side. Miah caught a momentary look of annoyance on Michael’s face, before he smiled again.
“No problem, Cali was just sharing some water.”
“Oh, water? Here you go.” Miah flashed the neuralyzer when he looked up. She put it back in her pocket and said to Cali, “I took care of the biker accountants, Fiona, Sam, and Jesse. If he seems healthy enough, we can neuralyze him properly and send him home.”
“He’s fine enough to talk a lot,” Cali said.
“I’ll just use this first-aid skin healer thing on his wrists,” Miah said after examining the abrasions Michael had managed to give himself trying to free his hands. Cali hadn’t even caught him moving.
“Okay. Got him fixed up. Hit it.” After Cali pressed the neuralyzer button, Miah said, “Go back to your loft. Eat yogurt. Help people. Be smart and careful. Try to get your old job back, etc. You never saw us--were never taken prisoner.”
Miah opened a portal to the landing outside the door to the loft. Michael dazedly walked through.
“I can’t believe you let him talk you into getting that close to him,” Miah said shaking her head. “Let’s clean this mess up, and then we’ll be done,” She grabbed up the gear and threw it into her bag. “Hey, stop bleeding all over everything! I have to get this cleaned up.”
“I think it’s stopped now,” Cali said. “I can’t breath through my nose, though.”
Miah had the Capillary Towel out soaking up blood, while Cali was programming the portal for Medical. “Cali. Are you vomiting blood?” She asked, sounding deadly serious.
“I swallowed it from my nose. Michael said not to panic.”
“It’s clean enough. You’re going to Medical now. He lies. Frequently. Especially to people that are a threat to him.”
“I’m okay. I did swallow a lot of blood, and my stomach feels better now,” Cali protested.
“Still. Let’s go.” She opened the portal, and they walked through. Igor took charge of Cali, and Lillian quickly directed Miah toward Sugar, who was handcuffed to a bed and complaining loudly. Before they were completely separated, Miah leaned closer to Cali and said in a stage whisper, “Fifty bikers and a guy who dresses up like a pack of noodles just showed up at the Marquis’ office offering to work in the Department of Finance. Can you imagine the look on his petals?”
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