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Oct 06, 2014 01:24PM

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"You'd better have an amazing explanation for why you're here." Mr. Collins says. "No, wait. Leave it for the court, because this is trespassing."
"Mr. Collins?" Masha says, her accent completely gone. "I'm miss Reynolds legal counsellor. She was not trespassing, for she was invited in here. Apparently our welcome has been revoked, so we'll take our leave. We apologise for any inconvenience we've caused. Goodbye."
Masha grabs my wrist, and it wouldn't take much or she'd be carrying me back to the car. I put on my seat belt, and in no time we are back at my house. Masha drags me into the house.
You're back! Good. Mom's made dinner. My dad signs as soon as he gets our attention. I turn to Masha.
What the heck was that? My legal counsellor? When did you study law?
Last week. I'm also a chef, if you're interested...
I groan out loud and head to the dinner table. Mom apparently knew Masha came by, because there's a place set for her. Emanuel is apparently still in town, because his place is also set.
So. How was everyone's day? My dad asks.

***

It took us exactly 3 minutes and 46 seconds to tell the story, another 37 seconds until my dad exploded, and then another 7 minutes and 8 seconds to calm him down enough to talk strategies. Masha timed it all...
What are we going to do? Emanuel asks my dad. We're all sitting in the living room. Whenever we have to talk like this we sit in the living room, because it's well-lighted and we can comfortably sit in a way that everyone can see everyone. That's kind of important if you can't hear...
How is your diplomatic passport? Because you're going to Cape Verde to find Lucas, and then to Cambodia. The Harper twins are in Phnom Penh on a job, but this is more important. my dad replies. Emanuel nodds, and turns to me.
"Can you fix me a proper seat this time?" He asks in a low whisper. I stick out my tongue in response.
...you've got in storage, and don't start any new projects OK? my dad says to Julia.
Not even the Parker job? Julia asks. My dad thinks about this for a moment.
Have you started it? He asks. Julia nods. OK, finish it. We might need it later.
Then my dad turns to me.
Gwen. I need you to find me everything on them.
Everything?
Yes, everything.
OK. Can I go start?
After you got your brother a plane ticket.
I snort. "Thank you for choosing Gwen Air, now would you like an aisle or a window seat?" I say with a mechanical voice.
Emanuel makes some signs that make both my parents to snap at him.
I get up and head to the hub. I put on Tchaikovsky's String Quartets, and start typing.

Three hours later I've successfully failed to access Bird's home computer, his father's computer, and even his sister's computer. Luckily I've managed to hack my brother some plane tickets, otherwise my afternoon would've been completely ruined.
"Gwen?"
"Hmm..."
"You have a visitor."
"Hmm..."
CLICK
"Turn that back on!" I yell. Julia just stares at me.
"Gwen, you'll get your music and light back when you go talk to him."
"Who's him?"
"Please don't get angry. Mad Cheerleader does not suit you..."
"Who is it, Jules?"
"Tarik."
I get up from my chair, and storm down to the living room.
Sure enough, there is Tarik, sitting with a cup of tea and a biscuit.
"Gwen," he says when he notices me. "A pleasure, as always."
"Why are you here," I look at the clock. "at 11 pm?"
"Do I need a reason? I am your handler after all."
"You're not my handler. You might be my handler once I graduate, but until that time you're not. So I ask you again. Why are you here?"
"OK, Gwen here's the deal. They know. They know about the Collins, they know about the files, they know everything. And they're planning on cutting their losses."

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message 2: by Maj, "Chewing-on-the-table"-kind of special (new)

Oct 06, 2014 02:24PM

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Oh, right... Thanks :)

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message 3: by Ruby, Just plain Epictastic. (new)

Oct 07, 2014 04:33AM