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  1. Topher Lydon
    Blake nudged him awake, holding a cup of coffee, and Marc accepted it gratefully. He shook his head as he scrutinized his surroundings. Blake's apartment was comfortable, if poky. It sat overtop of a kitchen appliance store and had once been used as offices until someone had the bright idea of converting it into a loft apartment. It was very Blake--the large life-sized cutouts of comic book characters, and the racks and racks of his prized collection attested to the guy's obsession. But
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    The Mustang rolled to a stop behind the newly returned BMW sitting patiently in Will's driveway. And Will leaned forward on the steering wheel, looking down the row of houses towards Lisa's house where his Jeep was sitting tucked alongside Jeff's truck. Seeing the BMW made Will think of Marc, probably waiting inside, and Will sat back heavily into the bucket seat, staring up at the dark house. Andrew was quiet as well, lost to his own thoughts, occasionally wincing in pain in the passeng
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    Andrew sat quietly in the outer office. It was drawing late; Carter had been running himself ragged all day, trying to come up with a solution to what was to come the next day. And through it all Andrew had kept himself quietly in the background, keeping his eyes open for any sign of trouble. Alicia passed him, stopping to pass him a cup of Tim Horton's coffee. She flashed him one of her patented smiles as she bobbed off to bring her boss his extra-large double-double. Andrew sig
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    "Dark skies loom over the House of Commons as thunderclouds gather inside. A political storm looks set to blow the Thorpe Liberal Government out of office and straight out of the front doors of Parliament on their first day in office." Will folded the newspaper and looked over the rims of his glasses across the breakfast bar at Lisa. "Great..." he murmured, "day one and we're already in trouble." "You knew that going into this," Lisa replied to him, peeling the top off of a muffi
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    Will adjusted his tie as he walked into the House of Commons; there was a heavy air of anticipation in the chamber as he walked along the length of seats, nodding respectfully to the Leader of the New Democrats, a matter of professional courtesy as they seemed to share many of the same agendas. "Mister Carter," the Party Leader greeted him warmly, coming down and shaking his hand, glancing around the floor of the house to ensure that everyone was clearly watching him court the young Libe
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    "We've lost him," the DG admitted, standing and resting his elbows on the partition to Andrew's cubicle, looking down at his two field officers. "What do the CIA claim?" Andrew asked, setting his pen down and glancing up at the DG expectantly. "Considering we have little to no proof connecting Johnson to the kidnapping, or the death of the Deputy Prime Minister, my superiors have decided to avoid an international incident." The Director General was unimpressed with his superiors'
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    Will had stepped outside the police station, aware of the throng of press that were sitting waiting for news, any news, about the missing kids. Gathered like waiting vultures descending on any opportunity they saw, crowding around the MP that had dared to step outside alone, asking him a flurry of questions, jostling each other in a throng to get a sound bite for the evening news. Will wasn't in the mood for them, and the dark look on his face as he walked purposefully through the crowd,
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    Andrew stared at his watch as he jogged through the airport to where Jane was waiting with the car. He was cutting it close and they only had about half an hour to get downtown before the bar closed. He had left Will's almost two hours before, hopping an emergency flight from Toronto to Ottawa to be a part of the investigation. Will was safe for the time being and Andrew knew that the trail to finding Peter was getting cold; the crucial forty-eight hours after the deed were half over, an
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    Tyler was on the overnight shift. The small 7/11 was tucked down by the St. Patrick's bridge in the Sandy Hill area. It was just remote enough that he seldom got anyone in at that late at night, mostly just students from the Ottawa University campus that was about a block away who were getting home from the bars and looking for snack food or the other assorted overpriced crap he sold. He was sitting behind the counter reading; there was little else to do. He had gone past the late night
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    Andrew caught Will's arm as he walked past him. Will stopped as he turned tiredly to look at his friend, and Andrew flashed him a concerned glance; there was something defeated in Will and Andrew could recognize that look, they had shared so much over the past ten years that they both knew each other too well. He knew Will's moods, knew how he reacted, and he also knew when Will was hiding his own problems. Andrew stood quietly a moment, his eyes troubled as he tried to get a glimpse of
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    "They got them!" one of the police officers stated jumping to his feet; a round of cheers went up in the control room, and Will realized he was on his feet, his heart pounding as relief went through him. "Hang on!" someone else called out above the din of the control center. "Something's gone wrong." Will turned in shock, the moment of joy and elation suddenly crashing back down again. * * * The Mustang pulled up alongside the police cars; the RCMP Emergency Respo
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    Andrew checked his watch; he didn't have long until he was due at the airport. He had used the excuse of having to pick up a few things for the trip to Toronto and swung by his office, however that didn't buy him much time to make the plane. The Director-General of his section was in meetings, no doubt discussing the night's events, and frustratingly Andrew knew he probably wasn't going to be done in time. That left him to sift through the information on his own, and the sheer volume of
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    Robert Hesston swept through the halls with grim determination to his strides. His coat billowed out behind him as he marched, behind him a group of his most loyal parliamentarians followed in his wake. It was a night of revolution, of that there was no doubt; the sharks could smell blood in the water and they would not be content until they tasted it. He had spent the day in meetings, sweeping first through the Bloc Quebecois camp easily rallying the support of the Canadian separatists;
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    The pain was his first sensation, the burning pain across his back that crashed in on his consciousness like a wave. He came awake with a start, almost jumping up, but the pain in his back sent him back to the soft mattress with an audible groan. "You're awake, then," Jane's voice said from beside him, and he turned his head to look at her, blinking a couple of times to adjust to the harsh hospital lights. It took him a moment to register he was in an Emergency Room. "W-what?" he
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    "No," Will stated firmly, turning his back and continuing to stare at the wall map. He was being stubborn and he knew it; Lisa was trying to convince him to go home, to take a break and get something to eat. They'd been cramped up in the police station for most of the day waiting for news, news that was frustratingly slow in coming. Lisa was tempering her worry for Peter with her worry for Will. He was more than a boss to her; he was her best friend and had been for many years. She loved
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    It hit the news later that morning. The news broadcasters reported that the daughter of the Leader of the Opposition had gone missing, along with her date Peter McCormick. They had last been seen leaving for a formal gala dance and they had never arrived. The RCMP were seeking leads that would help them track down the two missing youths. They ended it with her father making a passionate plea for anyone to come forward. Will stood to the back of the police station; he was trying to stay o
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    Will awoke when the radio kicked in with something peppy meant to start his morning off right. At least it wasn't loud and obnoxious DJ's going on about their wild antics trying to see what outrageous thing they could get away with that morning. He cracked a tired eye open and rolled over to hit the snooze button, shutting them up effectively before they could get started on annoying him. He rolled over and glanced at where his fiancé Marc was sleeping. The younger man was sprawled out a
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    It was a gorgeous Ottawa day, sun streaming down on the two of them as they walked along the street. Will had his hands in his pockets walking casually past the Houses of Parliament heading down towards the canal and Rideau Street beyond it. West looked over at the man who had helped him get into Sandhurst, and subsequently the British army, the same man who had introduced him to the old man who had taken him under his wing and turned a boy into one of the Queen's officers. Willi
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    Andrew's sudden appearance had taken Will by surprise. His ex was fast becoming a mystery to him, disappearing for great stretches at a time only to resurface again in some dramatic fashion or another. Though Will had to admit, this time it wasn't all together unwelcome. He enjoyed the time he spent with Andrew; it took him back to a simpler time, a time when his biggest worry had been his schoolwork and the local bully, dodging classes and getting into mischief. Now he wrestled with thi
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    Andrew Highmore rested against the wall of the building. Even though he kept his eyes lowered he still had a clear view across the street at the post office; things were going according to plan, which meant he didn't have to do anything, at least not yet. He managed a quick look, a simple sweep of the building taking in the figures through the window before he returned to looking at the ground. The man he was watching was at the counter claiming the package; like clockwork he had done th
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    Samuel Johnson moved through the airport without hindrance. He had been passed through customs and the security checks with little hassle. Sure security had been tightened since 9/11, what hadn't? But even so no one questioned the passport he was using, or even cared to check it closely. A cursory comparison of round features, broad nose and shaved head against the passport photo and he was let through without so much as a stamp on his passport. He walked across and rented a car, pulling
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    Cyprus, tucked away in a small corner of the Mediterranean, was a place of deep-seated resentment, bitterness and anger. So much ancient history mixed with ancient hatreds, Cyprus's Greek population and Turkish population boiled beneath a thin veneer of civility. Sitting, riding in the passenger seat of the Land Rover Defender, Lieutenant West Harding gripped the roll bar as they bounced along the streets heading for the base. His packs were tucked into the back of the heavy vehicle, fre
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    The BMW 318Ci rolled up the gravel driveway, quietly purring to a stop as the driver shut off the engine and got out of the car. He swallowed nervously, shooting the cuffs of his tuxedo and adjusting the bow tie for the hundredth time that night. He reached up and teased his hair a second making sure he looked perfect in the tinted windows of the car. His mother would have been proud... his smile diminished at that thought, but he did his best to hide it behind his cheerful eyes. He wasn
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    He'd received the call minutes after he had dropped Will off. He had raced as best he could through the congested traffic, his Mustang weaving between cars, as he shifted through the gears, his eyes scanning for gaps in the flow of traffic. There was a detour being set up around an entire section of the highway that had been shut down due to the accident. And Andrew had swept the Mustang onto the emergency lane, ignoring the irritated honks of motorists as he swept past them. The police
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    The car that met her coming down from her office was one of the old Mercedes. Her regular car had apparently broken down overnight and had been taken to the mechanics. It meant she had to take one of the regular cars but that didn't bother her much; she preferred the lines of the old Mercedes over the Lincolns, they looked more stately in her opinion. She nodded to Kyle, her usual driver, who was smiling as he held the door open for her. She handed him her briefcase as she got into the b
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