Meme time!

[deathpixie]

Because it's quiet today and it's this or adding drabbles to the Wiki. *whimpers*

Request two XP characters and I will write a sentence/scene from an unwritten log/fic. If you ask for a pair of characters, you're agreeing to get a pair of characters, unless the whole thought gives you hives and you ask nicely to be excused. ;)

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Forge felt his face ground into the carpet before the echoes of the gunshot had stopped resounding inside the wainscoted halls. Two agents were already in pursuit, another was radioing for backup, while the fourth currently had her sidearm out and her knee in his spine, pressing him prone.

"Repeat," she spoke into her collar mike, "SMITH is secure. Moving to location Delta."

"Christ's sake, Carlie," Forge grunted as he was hauled to his feet and guided down a set of stairs to the waiting armored limo. "I can take care of myself."

"The President doesn't think so, Mister Secretary," his bodyguard responded, tucking her red hair back behind her ear as she listened to reports on her earpiece, "And apparently neither do the Friends of Humanity."

[deathpixie]

*FLAILS*