Tropes of the Trade: Muddled Bitters
Where the -@!# did my muse go?
Writer, dreamer, knight, shackled by entertainment . . . and people.
“Don't be so sure of yourself. You killed a man and blew up a building, you did not kill F.A.C.E. Honestly, you did as much as you could have. Impressive work for a pair spies."
Jacqueline felt the familiar punch to the stomach that happened every time she thought about her former partner. She had drank to his memory for forty-one days. Poor Ezra.
"By it's nature F.A.C.E. can't be killed. That's the difference between a man and an organization.” The blond looked at her directly and two details struck Jacqueline. The eyes that caught hers were a soft blue, the same color as the Hypnotiq bottle behind the bar; eyes that she could fall into. Under the left one a small plus shaped scar hung on her cheek like a faded Christmas ornament.
Jacqueline shifted in her seat, not tense but ready, and waited..
“I'm not here to fight you. I never choose to involve myself in battles that I can't win. My specialty lies in other areas.”
“Then why are you here?”
“I thought it was obvious, I'm here to offer you a mission.”
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