Archive for September, 2009

a liar, a lover, a brother in arms

Monday, September 14th, 2009

Nate was on the phone with Mike Wynn at least once a week, sometimes twice if he needed to be. Mike’s wife Alice was used to laughing when Nate called, passing over the phone to Mike and saying they talked more than the Wynns’ teenaged daughter did on the phone. It wasn’t their fault–Nate was in DC, and Mike was happily entrenched in Texas, and they had shit to talk about.

No Lack of Subterfuge

Wednesday, September 9th, 2009

“I fucking hate spies,” Brad said drily as Michael Westen walked into the bar.

to feel the sun from both sides

Tuesday, September 1st, 2009

There are times when Spock stares out at the dusty, unfamiliar landscape of this new world they have seeded, and wishes to be somewhere entirely else.