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  1. Topher Lydon
    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
  4. Topher Lydon
    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
  6. Topher Lydon
    "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
  7. Topher Lydon
    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
  8. Topher Lydon
    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
  9. Topher Lydon
    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
  11. Topher Lydon
    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
  13. Topher Lydon
    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
  17. Topher Lydon
    CSIS, mysterious in the fact that it is an agency that protects secrets, has recruited a new star. But when Officer Highmore discovers Will Carter’s name on a hit list carried by a spy, he must work out a way to protect the man he loves. The problem is, he isn’t allowed to tell him. While Will endeavours to play a political gambit in an attempt to stay out of a corrupt war for oil, Andrew steps up to the plate and does the one thing he knows how to do well. Protect Will.
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    A red-painted barn flew past the window, as he sat watching the world race past the train. Rain blew so hard that it was flew horizontally past him in a sky so dark that he would have sworn it was the dead of night were it not for his watch telling him it was the middle of the afternoon. His fingers rested lightly against his jaw line as he stared, his mind drifting across the reasons for this journey. A promise to a dying old man had cast him halfway around the world to bring a message
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    He had a week, the all-important final week till the polls opened to decide his fate. Will scrubbed his tired eyes behind his glasses as he tried to focus on the poll figures Alicia had left him on his desk. It was crawling past the reasonable hour for going to sleep and approaching very late. Most of the volunteers had gone home for the night leaving the constituency office quiet and nearly deserted. There was only Brody, sitting over at his desk tapping a pencil, feet up on his desk, t
  20. Topher Lydon
    "You gave a good speech the other day," the Mayor said, drawing the conversation back around to business. "One of our biggest concerns is the traffic situation here in Toronto." Will nodded. "I understand that all too well," he smiled. "I used to work down on Front Street and congestion first thing in the morning was murder; I definitely don't recommend the Don Valley in rush hour." He grew serious, "I meant what I said though; Toronto needs additional funds for its infrastructure."
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    The speeches were over, the polls had closed. The results had been tallied. After weeks of campaigning, sweating, shaking hands and kissing babies Will could stand at the podium the newly elected Representative of Toronto-Centre. The results had been a landslide, from the start poll after poll had returned an overwhelming majority in his favour. It was stunning to watch, the next closest behind him, Edward Prout had less than half the votes Will had, and the conservative Candidate Kelly
  22. Topher Lydon
    Will walked into the hall; in a few days his riding went to the polls. It was down to those last crucial days and his opponents were fighting hard to catch up. But the real test, as always, was the debate. It was to take place in the local community hall up on Yonge Street, and Will adjusted his tie glancing left and right at the two people competing for the same seat. That crucial seat that could tip the balance of government. Will watched and waited for a second before he stepped aroun
  23. Topher Lydon
    Parliament Hill, seat of power for the Federal Government. It was a block of tall gothic-styled buildings with their green copper roves, bronze statues of former Prime Ministers, and memorials to fallen heroes. Will stepped out of the car, shrugging in his heavy woolen coat as the snow fell heavily only a few days before Christmas day. And it did feel like Christmas. For the first time since the whole affair had started--the elections and the politics, the bribery and the scandals--Will
  24. Topher Lydon
    Will walked through the Heritage department, hands thrust into the pockets of his charcoal gray trousers, the tails of his tweed jacket pushed back away from the pockets giving him a relaxed professorial appearance. Nowhere close to the reputation of stern taskmaster he had apparently been earning. Will walked through the maze of cubicles, past desks and computers with pinch-nosed government employees furtively looking like they would rather be goofing off than doing work. Will had put a
  25. Topher Lydon
    Peter was the first one to see him. The young kid who stuck to Will like glue through high school, almost to the point of growing up idolizing Will as a hero, was growing into quite a young man. He was waif-thin, with his bowl-cut blond hair spilling out over a visor cap, and blue eyes almost cartoonishly round. He was innocently tapping away on a game controller and didn't hear him enter the house, but the moment his head turned, he was up on his feet pointing and working his mouth with shock.
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