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 Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 12:15 am
Both of them had actually started to laugh, possibly out of pure fatigue; Burgundia's had a bit of a shrill note to it, of a woman far past the barrier of actually thinking, sitting somewhere on his shoulder and clutching her stomach as it hurt from laughing. It was, altogether, more of a desperation reaction than anything else. It was a laugh, though.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 12:25 am
"Sweet Jesus," said Autry as he regained control of his sense and realized he was no longer being attacked. He lowered his hands. "This is so shitting stupid." He slowly sat up, giving Burgundia time to compensate.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 12:29 am
Burgundia took to the air again; she fixed her hair, a bit fussily, and patted her face - making sure it was still there - and flexed her fingers; one hurt so badly that moving it made her certain it was dislocated. She closed her eyes, took hold of it, and moved it back into the socket.
"You won't get anything out of me and I won't get anything out of you," she said. "I suggest callin' it quits. When I murder M, I'll call you so you can be the first on the scene, if you're desperate."
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 12:32 am
Autry picked a twig from his hair and flicked it away. "No can do, amiga. Whether I like it, whether you like it, I have a job to do and unless you're going to give me more than that I'm taking you in. You can give up your information now, all of it, or you can see how lenient the higher-ups are about it."
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 12:36 am
Burgundia patted down her arms for dust and miscellany. "I'm afraid I won't do that. I'm extremely good at bein' a martyr."
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 12:38 am
"But if nobody knows your cause, what's the point?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 12:38 am
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 12:44 am
"That seems a damn stupid reason to die." And from his point of view, it was, because Edward Autry would never risk his life for something as intangible as religion or paradise in the hereafter. He knew the hereafter was a sham, anyway, because for him this was the hereafter. "Why the hell do you want to die trying to kill Dr. M anyway? I mean, he's a strange little ********, but I don't think that's reason enough to kill him."
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 12:46 am
"He threatened the few things I love in this world," said Burgundia simply. "And I don't expect you to really understand; but I don't suppose you have a sense of family." It wasn't so much insult as statement of fact. "And that is why. Also, he's a rude little s**t-b*****d."
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 12:51 am
Of course, Autry took it as an insult. "Pff, what's a flying f*****t like you know about family? You came from a plant, for chrissakes." He spat at the ground and rolled to his feet, straightening his uniform jacket. "Now, are you gonna come quietly or force me to restrain you?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 12:52 am
Burgundia raised an eyebrow. "May I ask how you're going to restrain me? String? D'you have a set of tiny Barbie chains in there, maybe?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 12:55 am
"Let's see now." Autry reached down to his belt and touched his fingers agains the flat compression circles. "I've got a stasis field, a stunner, and a regular old containment box. If you come quietly I'll let you decide, dollface."
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 1:03 am
"Are you sure you won't reconsider parting our seperate ways?" asked Burgundia drily.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 1:09 am
"Are you sure you won't reconsider talking?" countered Autry. "I'd hate to have to take you all the way to the Fleet. How would you look after your little friends?" He smiled sardonically.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 1:11 am
"Were you born this patronizin' a d**k, or did they train you?" Dee asked. "I have my ways."
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