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Those two finally got married, and are both as formidable together as ever. West and Peter are a love story I simply adore, they're favourites of mine.
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Come get some if you think you're tough enough to take the Giraffe!
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Chapter 16: The Terminal Intercept The utilitarian bustle of the bus terminal instantly dissolved into a silent, focused theater of war. The light, noise, and constant flow of travelers—all vanished from Alex’s perception. His focus was entirely on Julian Lawson, who had stumbled back against a concrete pillar, his face pale and frozen in a silent scream. Julian's terror was a mirror of the threat: two colossal figures, the Harvest Guard, were moving with grim, measured strides toward him f
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I do enjoy writing Peter.
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Chapter Five WORLD END: T-minus 140 days, 0 hours, and 27 minutes 24 Sussex Drive, Security Bunker The panic room was small, sound-dampened, and suffocatingly quiet. It was late, and the boys had finally succumbed to exhaustion, curled up together on the padded bench, seeking warmth and security in the presence of the Prime Minister. Tommy was nestled between Jacob and Will, with Weston draped over Will’s far side. Will sat motionless, a rock in the storm, the center
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Go #TeamBrian!
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The cedar forest swallowed them whole. The CRUNCH of the Rhino slamming into the mangled shell of the AMG was the final, sickening sound of their former life breaking away—a brutal full stop that left behind only the deafening, wild silence of the Canadian winter. Alex ran on a fading reservoir of pure adrenaline, but his pace was short, erratic, and utterly compromised. His expensive, bespoke coat was a sodden sponge, useless against the deep, wet snow, which swallowed his feet up to
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Brian's got this one, no one more capable in the snow than our resident Arctic Giraffe ninja!
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Chapter Four WORLD END: T-minus 140 days, 4 hours, and 17 minutes Ottawa River, Outside Ottawa, Ontario The Ottawa River was a canvas of solemn, late-October beauty. The air was crisp, carrying the metallic scent of cold water and the earthy decay of fallen leaves. The trees lining the shore were a final, desperate riot of color—maples bleeding crimson, golds fading to rust—a fitting backdrop for the passing of an old political guard. The water, choppy and pewter-grey, r
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I have to wonder at Brian's insurance premiums after this tho
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I am sure FedEx will get right on it
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I am seven chapters deep into the second one of these little tales, and I am enjoying them greatly. Kenny is amusing the heck out of me, I just really enjoy the character.
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poor Brody dealing with modern HR and all it's limitations. Our redsident mad Frenchman is the victim of aggressive sensitivity training.
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Anyone else loving the new comment options? They're great, and let's thank: @Myr @wildone @Cia @drpaladin
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Chapter 14: The Winter Run The final, terrifying revelation—that the formula was hidden in a remote farmhouse but the boy they were seeking remained concealed within the school, protected by Julian Lawson’s older step-brother—left Alex and Brian frozen in the silent library. The piece of paper from Leo Malinsky was a tactical strike: a perfect misdirection from the RCMP, bought with a promise of shared enemies. “He's still here,” Alex murmured, his eyes fixed on the handwritten note.
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Shhhh it's fiction. Let the boys have their ice, and I am sure the Capital Commission can spare one considering the rink just down the road, and the giant rink of the canal just up it.
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hockey!
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Chapter Three WORLD END: T-minus 142 days, 18 hours, and 13 minutes PMO, Langevin Block, Parliament Hill, Ottawa, Ontario The Prime Minister’s Office, located within the historic Langevin Block on Parliament Hill, was a space of controlled chaos. The high-ceilinged room, recently stripped of the previous administration’s décor, smelled faintly of fresh paint and ozone. This was the nerve center of the Canadian state, and it was operating at a full, feverish clip of post-crisis
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