So... Valentin is in the hands of SIS. Oh dear.
If you don't want to read about torture, feel free to skip this one. I was kind enough to put all the interrogation in one chapter for you, though. I feel that I should give some sort of life update, but LJ is largely a graveyard in which I post fiction now. So... yeah. Fuck it.
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Chapter 11- Cerebellum )
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This came up twice, so I wanted to point it out:
She shoved more peanut butter in her mouth and smacked her lips around the spoon. Valentin gave an affirmative grunt. He got the feeling he could tell her every personal detail and state secret in his mind, and she would just shrug and go one with her own life story.
He got the feeling he could tell her anything, and she'd just shrug and tell him more stories about the Nazis.
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Thanks, oh unpaid editor of mine. :)
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My favorite line:
"But he thought it would be best if he could hold the thoughts of all the good moments- the crisp vodkas and the perfect kills and the insatiable women. The horizons and unchained moments."
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