Q: We got back on the highway. Danger on our heels, and somewhere up ahead, somewhere too far for our headlights to reach, one shot at finding the truth.
Too far for our headlights, but dawn was on the way. (c)
Yet another installment of my fav agents dealing with the fallout from a senator 'backed and bought by the courts of hell'. How trendy!
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Now, how about one of you little bitches uncuffs me? I just can’t wait to go and burn a few people alive. You know, for Uncle Sam and the American way. I’m feeling so very patriotic all of a sudden. (c)
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“Halloween is the same deal,” I said. “The one night of the year that communing with the powers of darkness and trying to conjure demons sounds like a fun party game.”
“I’ve clearly been going to the wrong parties.” (c)
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If she’s still alive, she’s deep underground—metaphorically, literally, or both. (c)
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You know the old saw about the definition of insanity, right?”
“Doing the same thing over and over, expecting something different to happen?” (c)
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“Every inch. From the Court of Jade Tears on the West Coast to the Court of Windswept Razors on Wall Street. Overseas, too. Every spot of dirt on the globe and most of the water.” (c)
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Demons are almost as good as politicians when it comes to twisting words around. (c)
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“This is crazy—you’re all crazy—but . . . this is the kind of crazy I can get behind. Fuck it, I’m on board. Let’s do it.” (c)
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You’re good at being stoic. It’s your superpower. (c)
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Jessie held up her hand. “I vote for explosives.”
“You always vote for explosives,” I said.
“You should praise me for consistency. That’s what my therapist does.”(c)
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“I adore Howard Jones.” Caitlin clasped her hands, all earnestness. “Duran Duran, the Pet Shop Boys, Spandau Ballet. I could never destroy a world that had Howard Jones in it. Something you may not be aware of: I’m loath to admit it, but my people are . . . not good at art. We can appreciate it, cherish it, but we lack some primal spark required to make it for ourselves. Humanity has that spark. We can inspire you, though. All throughout history, wearing countless names and masks, we have been your muses.”
“Sounds like you’re trying to sell us on a kinder, gentler hell,” I said. (c)
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Your species is quite alone in the universe.”
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“Well, not entirely alone,” she added. “You have us, to keep you company in the dark.” (c)
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“It’s that time of the month,” Jessie deadpanned. “We’ve been working together long enough that our cycles are synchronized, and we get really mean for a few days.”
“It’s true. We get these hormonal urges to tear down corrupt corporations and send entitled billionaire assholes to prison.” I shrugged. “Women, right?” (c)
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“You—” He flailed, fumbling for words. “You started this fight. You came after me first, remember?”
“You were trying to unleash an alien god from outer space,” Jessie said. “So, yeah. We felt a strong inclination to intervene. We get touchy about things like that.” (c)