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Operation Fancy Feast is a go
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Good morning. I will direct you all to a missing scene from yesterday's chapter that has been readded. So go catch up, and again apologies for that.
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Chapter Two WORLD END: T-minus 142 days, 18 hours, and 13 minutes The CSIS operational command center hummed with a low, controlled energy—a subterranean world lit by the cold, purposeful glow of screens and tactical displays. The air, thick with the scent of recycled ozone and fresh, strong coffee, was heavy with the weight of the war that had just begun. At the head of the conference table, Andrew Carter stood before the massive, central plotting board. He wore a crisp, tail
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One thing I really like about Brian is that he isn't shy! Go #teamBrilex
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Chapter 12: The Harvest Guard The chaos of the Higgins household was an overwhelming, magnificent counterpoint to the sterile silence of Alex’s life. Brian parked the matte-grey AMG SL 63 not in the driveway, but on the lawn, earning a single, loud, affectionate bellow from his father, who was in the garage fixing a snowblower. The younger siblings—the ‘puppies’—immediately swarmed the car, treating the two-million-dollar machine less like a hyper-GT and more like a very expensive, lo
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Ned is the road not traveled, and I enjoy writing him immensely. His interactions with some of the other characters are great.
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And naturally I catch a dropped scene four hours after posting. I will make sure that people are aware. Apologies, i didn't know that had happened. So enjoy the extra scene in this chapter
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WORLD END: T-minus XX days, XX hours, and XX minutes CBC News Studio, Toronto, Ontario The camera lights were blindingly bright, casting a sharp, unforgiving glare across the news desk. The screen behind the host displayed a massive, rotating graphic: NEW ERA, NEW PM: THE COST OF POWER. Caleb Henderson, the conservative commentator, sat opposite the anchor, his suit immaculate, his red Patriarchal Cross pin gleaming. He spoke with the speed and controlled intensity of a man wh
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Chapter One WORLD END: T-minus 142 days, 20 hours, and 45 minutes The House of Commons, Parliament Hill, Ottawa, Ontario The House of Commons chamber was a study in controlled tension, a solemn cathedral of debate. The air, thick with the scent of old leather and polished brass, hummed with the energy of anticipation. Every seat was filled, the green benches overflowing with the Members of Parliament who had, through an act of procedural defiance and collective moral cour
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XX Book 2 of the ORDER Trilogy XX The fight is no longer political—it's personal. The constitutional crisis that put Will Carter in the Prime Minister’s office isn't over—it’s evolving. Will must now fight a sophisticated terror network, The Order, while building a fragile new government. To survive, he relies on his husband, CSIS Director Andrew Carter, to fight the war in the shadows. But when Andrew makes a bloody sacrifice, stepping across the line to save his family, a trap is sprung. Andrew descends into a paranoid war for his mind, forcing the ultimate question: Can the protector survive the necessary evil he wields?
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oh dear, sausage
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Chapter 11: Rice Cakes and Royal Canadian Mounted Police The first thing Alex registered was the dull, angry throb in his left shoulder, a stubborn reminder of the night’s violence. The second was the soft, unfamiliar scent of detergent and teenage boy that clung to the pillows in the pristine bedroom. He was alone. Brian, who had been settled into the room after the chaotic retreat from the formal, was already gone. Alex eased himself out of the bed, the movement sending a spike of p
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Thank you all for reading. That's Book one. I hope it meets with approval. Book Two will start tomorrow. And, Go Canada!
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Chapter Thirty-eight WORLD END: T-minus 149 days, 3 hours, 0 minutes The Prime Minister's Office, Parliament Hill, Ottawa, Ontario The air in the office was cold, thick with the scent of stale coffee and dying power. The Prime Minister sat rigid behind the fortress of his mahogany desk, his gaze fixed on the muted television. On the screen, the image looped endlessly: Andrew Carter, kneeling on the gravel, a portrait of calm sacrifice. The young officer’s horrified face. The j
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I don't know how down Brian would be for water boarding. Not quite the fun it sounds.
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depends on how fortified said house is. I mean, it could have a panic room vault/dungeon.
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He is certainly going to try.
