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The Bullpen

“I swear to God, Slate. If this one is anything like the Ghost Diver, you can find yourself another Tempest.”

Ariel was again dressed as a civilian, though she had been requested to ‘doll up for this one’. Men. Honestly.

The offending Agent Slate was seated next to her, and they were both getting chauffeured by Agent McGuinty, whose own comment on her appearance had earned him a quick slap to the face. The Irishman had simply chuckled in response. They were rolling down a glitzy drag in Illinois, looking for a nightclub which had recently advertized a night of boxing and entertainment for its patrons. Continue reading →