Topher Lydon

Told you all, Steve and Kenny save the world

Chapter 17: The Hijacking The hum of the server room was a low, aggressive drone, a physical manifestation of a trillion computations happening every second. It was the sound of Wolf’s final, catastrophic will being executed. Steve, hunched over the primary console, didn't need a status display to feel the pressure; the air itself felt heavy, charged with impending disaster. In the center of the main display was a timer, ticking down through minutes and seconds. 00:09:47 B

Lisinitor and what it does to Andrew is crucial for the next book, and you nailed it right here. It's a weapon that is going to flay the Order as much as it harms Andrew.

Thorpe put it best, it's Story book vs Battlefield. Will, like it or not, is a War Time Leader. He can't hide behind his shield, he has to draw his sword. The question becomes, will he be too late?

32 chapters in this one. The question becomes, is Will strong enough?

Whoa, beaten to the cup! Morning buddy!

Chapter Twenty-Six *** WORLD END: T-minus 98 days, 0 hours, and 00 minutes Château Laurier, Ottawa, Ontario The dining room of the Château Laurier was a sanctuary of a bygone era, all dark, polished wood and gilded mirrors that held the ghosts of a thousand political deals. Winter light, sharp and clear, streamed through the tall windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing like forgotten secrets in the air. Will Carter sat in a corner, the pristine white tablecloth before

Well Yani did find that someone in the PCO altered Will's orders. And since Will is being stubborn and not taking Andrew's call, he isn't aware that his orders were changed. He is of the opinion that Andrew is doing one thing, Andrew thinks Will has ordered something else. And so our resident stubborn gits, are on a collision course.

Hello Lobito

Chapter 16: The Anvil The Armored Rover—a hulking, matte-grey fortress of a Land Rover—moved with deceptive silence through the dense, snowy woods. The cold had settled in, giving the air a brittle, sharp quality that bit at the edges of the cabin's heating system. Inside the vehicle, the atmosphere was tight, focused, and pressurized. Kenny’s hands were steady on the wheel, the cold aluminum of the steering boss a meager anchor against the adrenaline that had been surging through him since

I just learned, today, that Ben has passed away. It hasn't hit me yet, but will, soon. That beautiful, kind soul. Forgive me for not being braver, more understanding...

Now that is going to be one hell of a Dinner time. Hey Will, here's your long lost illegitimate son, whose a little stoned. You can almost hear a pin drop....

Ned to the rescue, "What, I just plugged it into the wall... dude's relax, jeez, of course it's online. Wow you'd think you'd never used a PlayStation before." Peter stared at the idiot. "It's ONLINE, meaning we can use it to talk to people." Ned shook his head, sipping from a can of Monster, "Yeah, like, so? What's my COD clan going to do, they're all about 13 and living at home with their mom's. Though BITCHSFNSHR-89 is thirty, but he lives in his mom's basement... dude's always going to be a virgin..." Peter scrubbed his hand down his face as he tapped out a message to the boys. "Please, PLEASE tell me you have a brain cell you haven't baked with copious amounts of weed, you know... something you can actually use to function?" "Rude, dude, I prefer the term mellow... why, you think I do too much weed?" Ned munched on the cheese puffs and watched Peter. "You know, like, we could be enjoying that game while we wait for your friend West to get online..." Peter turned his head in despair to look at Ned, "seriously?"

Chapter Twenty-Five WORLD END: 98 days, 2 hours, and 02 minutes Technical Department, CSIS HQ, Ogilvie Road, Ottawa, Ontario The only sound in the Tehnical Department was the rhythmic, frustrated tapping of Yani’s stylus against the edge of his Cintiq tablet. Lines of code, ghostly traceroutes, and signal strength graphs formed a constellation of data across the main screen. He’d been chasing the ghost of Silas Abernathy for 36 hours, using a sliver of satellite phone chatter int

I had to replace it for publishing reasons, so I gave Coyote amongst the sheep as a make up

Brian's got to save someone else first

And Brian's got to find the most in opportune time to apologize as well, maybe in the middle of the battle for the dam.

Will is an honourable man caught in a dishonourable fight. He's Ned Stark-ing his way towards his fate. The honourable must adapt or get cut down. I hate it, my inner Will rebels against it, I want rules, and fairness, and justice... but those things are often diametrically opposed in the great game of State. I promise you that he learns and finds a way to Will Carter a solution that no one sees coming. But that's Will for you, he finds a way.

The poor Pomeranian is about to have a really bad time.

They gave Kenny a Tank