Making Do.

19Mar08

Brock would give anything to change this.

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Take-out.

19Mar08

Brock heard her coming three streets away.

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Clocks.

19Mar08

In the Venture Compound, there are three alarm clocks.

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Tetris.

19Mar08

It is ten-thirty in the morning. Molotov is in a dead sleep in the middle of the bed, having wandered in in an exhausted haze at four AM. Too tired for even a cursory hello after having been on a mission for nine days, she had passed out without undressing. Brock simply rolled over and turned the alarm clock off.

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Snow.

19Mar08

“Samson.”

Brock rolled over in his sleep.

“Samson.”

Dream Molotov did not sound as happy as she should have, considering what he was doing to her.

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Madrid.

19Mar08

Midnight in Madrid. Brock leans against a marble column outside of the villa and smokes, reflecting on how much he dislikes these formal science galas that Doc drags him to. One hand in his pocket, Brock watches a couple walk by, then kicks a pebble and listens to the noise coming from inside. A woman is speaking lowly and snickering on the balcony atop the portico.

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General Hospital.

19Mar08

“What! Kiki, get in here!” Colonel Horace Gentleman — RAF, MI-5, et cetera — called irritably through the bungalow.

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Missions.

19Mar08

“Mol, this is ridiculous,” Brock groans. He stands and stretches his arms. “He’s not gonna show up tonight. Can’t we just go back to the hotel?”

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Pillows.

19Mar08

After Molotov left, Brock went about the Compound as usual. He made dinner for the Ventures, began cleaning the mess they had made over the past three days, and just generally tried to keep his thoughts from deep-voiced women with stubble, and normal-voiced women with his heart.

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Bad Soldiers.

19Mar08

It is the normal performance on a different stage. Brock lunges and Molotov dodges. Bullets fly and miss, steel clangs against steel. The usual game played with the usual moves. He manages to knock her off her feet, but she plays dirty and grabs the hem of his jeans, tugging him down as well. When he falls on her, she kicks him over her head. He grabs her ankles and pulls her after him.

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