Topher Lydon
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he's less cartoony than in the more James Bond style Coyote books, which are a bit more... theatrical and over the top. I enjoy Enrico. He's analytical, merciless to his enemies, and isn't afraid to punch above his weight. And to the CIA and the Order, designed to fight traditional spy agencies with their rules and their red tape. Enrico is a criminal, outside of their sphere of influence, off of their radar, and is probably going to rob them all blind while leaving them naked, exposed, and shivering in the cold... all because they dragged him North in winter... I mean, there are manners. Why not be civilized and do things in the warmth.
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Enrico has rules, his own sense of honour and morality. One of those is you don't hurt kids. Which is why he's positioned his best asset to defend Carter's while Carter can't.
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yes. John Stuart Mill argued that while war is ugly, a "decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks nothing worth a war, is worse" Will will stand to account, like the man he is, when his nation and Andrew are safe. And not before.
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Dear gods, while I was a very pretty boy in my youth... my taste in club gear was... Man, there is one picture of me rocking out on the hood of an old school humvee at a street party at pride, my Wil performing out on stage just behind me... and most of what I am wearing would scandalize little old ladies... errmm let's not share those....
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The conventional politeness has gone out of the window. And Andrew has his own friends who care what happens to him.
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Ahhh I remember those parties.
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Chapter Six Friday, December 6th, 2019 WORLD END: T-minus 96 days, 12 hours, and 00 minutes. Plattsburgh Airfield, New York State. Hangar 7. The air inside the private hangar was brutal—a cold, metallic chill drawn in by the massive cargo door that stood ajar. The space smelled of cold concrete, stale jet fuel, and the faint, unwelcome scent of ozone from heavy machinery. In the center of the vast, echoing space, two planes sat in stark contrast. On the left,
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I mean, Cobb did steal their Lunch Money
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Not to mention he hasn't gotten laid yet! I mean, rude! go to all that trouble of hooking a prince charmin' and he goes done gets himself captured and tied to the train tracks... Oh did I mention I love Cowboy tropes!
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Weekly Wrap Up (Nov. 30 - Dec. 6)
Topher Lydon commented on wildone's blog entry in Gay Authors News
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Jean Levesque would like to bet you a dollar that Theo's not done yet.
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I think it is more psychological at this point. They're desperate, feeling trapped, and after Theo got shot, Sawyer isn't thinking straight. If he were, he'd never have surrendered himself. Flawed and inexperience, under pressure and desperate. Theo was probably the one thinking clearest out of the two, and he was the one who was shot.
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To explain the Hotchkiss, it's the first real WWI era rifle, it is a generational leap in technology over most of the weapons of the era. Utterly relentless, a massive .45- 70 Gvt round, and it could put five of them down range at a rate that was unmatched until the US Army started bringing in the Sringfield 1892, which was based on the Krag–Jørgensen. In basic terms, Theo's got his hands on the equivalent of a WWI sniper rifle thirty years ahead of it's time.
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Or one very, very intelligent Stable boy, who's pissed off and has a hotchkiss rifle.
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So who kills Cobb, you reckon?
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Wow, yes, I remember the first time I saw a Canadian snow storm... wow that was great.... well that sentiment lasted all of five minutes till it became cold, wet, and miserable
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they ALWAYS do, and there is no way Cobb's giving up on his ... intentions
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It's a journey, I hope you like it. Just don't get lost in the snow
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Chapter 9: A Calculated Wound The retreat was not a flight; it was a hemorrhage, a slow bleeding out of hope and strength into the dust of the broken country. The moon, a cold, sharp sliver of bone, cast long, distorted shadows that seemed to clutch at the horses' legs. They moved as a single, wounded organism; each man lost in the private hell of his own exhaustion. The air was still and cool now, a mockery after the day's furnace-blast, and it carried the sounds of their passage wit
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Next chapter is 100% Enrico.
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he has a tendency to punch them. Now there's a fantasy scene... "I've got the biggest things, the best things, you don't know..." Will punched him. The President hit the deck, as Will blew on his knuckles and shook them off. "Screw your biggest things."
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I admit, I am fond of Jared in this one. Only he could stand in front of the 'Prick in the North' and get away with calling him an 'Asshole'
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