retired open post // will still tag in if threads are ongoing!

[exastris_scientia]

1. pick a character and tag them in the subject line.
2. post pictures, starters, whatevs
3. profit!

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[clubrat]

[ It's all fun and games, despite the threat of impending death, until they crack open secure files they could have only gained access to from the mole. Selling state secrets was one thing. This was something else entirely.

This was fresh. This was too close. This was familiar in a way that left FDR blinking rapidly, and breathing in sharply through his nose. He licked at his lips, tingling and numb from the shock that swept through him. Shame he won't remember you. Tuck's kid. His little one, Joe. Little one waiting at home. Waiting at home for his dad to come in from a business trip.

FDR feels dizzy with an emotion that he can't quite name. Franklin? You're going to come live with us now. He was nine years old. He remembers the night they left for a date, or a trip, he's not sure which one it is. He remembers they didn't come back. There was an accident, and he didn't know for ---a while. Nana came to get him then, with a police man, and he never went back to their old house.

It can't happen to Joe. Tuck has to get home to his kid. There isn't another option. Dizziness gives way to a cold rush. There isn't anymore sarcasm dripping from his mouth. No more clever quips. ]

I can tell you something. It's really important. Life and death.

[ He shifts his hands and twists his wrist a bit, biting back a grimace as he pulls his hand through the cuff as much as he can without the final break of his thumb to get him free. He waits until they close the distance, even if it leaves at least one guy near his partner. ]

You should have brought more bodybags to put your buddies in. You might have to double up.