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  1. Topher Lydon
    Sunday came all too fast for Will's liking. The day before had been a manic rush that had him shaking hands and performing photo-ops with important British politicians eager to capitalize on his presence and his relationship to a true hero. Will's encounter with the British Prime Minister had been brief and limited to a handshake and a few exchanged words, before they had both been pulled aside by their respective aides and introduced to other important dignitaries. Brody seemed
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    Will opened his eyes, breathing heavily as he tried to move his injured arm; despite the pain he felt the fingers move. That was a good start, he surmised, even if it did hurt like hell--at least he could still move it. He rolled a bit to sit upright in the bunk, nearly jumping as he rolled up against warm skin, and through the gloom he peered down, recognizing West asleep beside him. There wasn't much room in the camper, and he could hear his grandfather snoring somewhere up in the fron
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    They all heard the shot ring out. Andrew flinched in his chair, a look of desperate shock on his face as he fought against his bonds, trying to get free, trying to get to Carter. His mind was flying through all the possibilities and he didn't like any of them. Johnson was moving like a shark towards the bank of elevators, his own gun out and in hand. "Watch him," Johnson commanded, pointing at Yani and gesturing to Andrew. The frightened young communication tech scrambled for his
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    Andrew took off his glasses, standing beside Jane watching through the window as the inspector received a thorough dressing-down by the American lawyer. "He's talking bullshit," he murmured, studying the lawyer as he gestured menacingly at the inspector. "Huh?" Jane asked; she'd been listening to the diatribe the lawyer was dishing out and it had sounded genuine to her. "He's citing cases and clauses that have no bearing..." Andrew said shaking his head. "He has no idea what he's
  5. Topher Lydon
    Marc sniffed, leaning up against the wall smoking a cigarette and squinting up at the sun through his pair of yellow-tinted ray bans. He had hundreds of things to do that day, trying to put his own life in order, but the sun was shining and he was downtown. It was one of those combinations that inevitably led to distraction. Not that it was too hot; it was more that the temperature was just right. One of those days that it seemed impossible to stay inside, or focused on anything except f
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    Retro-seventies, that era in decorating that Will was certain should have been carefully forgotten about and deliberately never discussed again. The den in Andrew's house hadn't changed either; the seventies lived--at least there--once again. There was the faux brick and wood in its garish patterns, the outdated furniture and the beanbag chairs. Will noted there was even a lava lamp for good effect, though he didn't comment on it. He just cradled his plate of pasta standing in the doorwa
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    Will awoke with a start, blinking at the unfamiliar surroundings as he rubbed his eyes. He disengaged himself from Andrew's arms, getting up and stretching as he walked to the window and peered outside. Another beautiful summer day was dawning, the sun turning the sky a shade of burnt amber as it struggled to rise above the horizon. Will stood there staring out at it, his eyes taking in the panorama as he held the net curtain back. It was a new day, Sunday morning. The day after yesterda
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    Andrew was like a shadow, an intimidating presence backing Will up as he walked through the throng of cameras each trying to throw a hail of questions at the MP. They were trying to get a grasp over what was happening, an idea from the only Liberal politician bold enough to show his face at Parliament Hill that Sunday. Will stopped on one of the broad steps and looked about him at the cameras and microphones pointing at him, and he took a deep breath. "I'm sure you all have a great numbe
  9. 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
  11. Topher Lydon
    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
  21. 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;
  22. Topher Lydon
    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
  23. 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
  24. 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
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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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