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Jun. 4th, 2010 03:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mcityThe quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.
There was no time, thought Pickett, as he huddled behind a crate. There was no way he could make it to boat and rescue Ingrid. It would either be the girl, or the shipment.
He peeked around the crate, and found the decision had been made for him. Lewis was strong-arming Ingrid onto the boat, the reporter's camera dangling from his shoulder. Pickett swore-quietly. He had told her to stay away from the case, that there were things she just wouldn't understand. She had set her jaw and given him that look, the one that made his stomach turn end-over-end--he was never sure if it was because of she was, well, her, or because she was going to get him into trouble again.
Sure enough, Pickett thought as he smiled grimly to himself, she had. He rose from his hiding place, and put the last bit of juice he had into a Barrier. The rain pounding down on the dockyard started to slide off the air around him, but it couldn't do anything about the water that had already soaked him to his underpants.
He checked to make sure the charm that kept his 38 dry was still working, then rose and started towards the boat's loading ramp.
There was no time, thought Pickett, as he huddled behind a crate. There was no way he could make it to boat and rescue Ingrid. It would either be the girl, or the shipment.
He peeked around the crate, and found the decision had been made for him. Lewis was strong-arming Ingrid onto the boat, the reporter's camera dangling from his shoulder. Pickett swore-quietly. He had told her to stay away from the case, that there were things she just wouldn't understand. She had set her jaw and given him that look, the one that made his stomach turn end-over-end--he was never sure if it was because of she was, well, her, or because she was going to get him into trouble again.
Sure enough, Pickett thought as he smiled grimly to himself, she had. He rose from his hiding place, and put the last bit of juice he had into a Barrier. The rain pounding down on the dockyard started to slide off the air around him, but it couldn't do anything about the water that had already soaked him to his underpants.
He checked to make sure the charm that kept his 38 dry was still working, then rose and started towards the boat's loading ramp.
