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Fifth of November
From what Jay had heard, people who’d been in war zones tended not to enjoy fireworks all that much—especially when those fireworks were going off randomly in their neighbourhoods. Moran hadn’t said anything about it, but their relationship (for lack of a better word) wasn’t exactly at the trauma-sharing stage.
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Handbasket Express
All semblance of order vanished in a matter of seconds. The hostages stampeded from the great hall, Paul’s crew helpless to stop them—not that they were paying much attention, caught up as they were in their own panic.
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Acceleration
There were multiple different developments for Jay to process all at once, yet one thought screamed above the rest: Sebastian was bleeding.
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Call to the Post
“There is nothing funny,” Sebastian said solemnly, “about the words ‘priest hole.’”
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Charlie Foxtrot
There was just the one exit, and a severe shortage of places to hide. Sebastian only had about half an excuse formulated when Jay grabbed him by the shoulders; Sebastian’s back hit the row of lockers with a metallic rattle and thud. Instinct briefly took over, muscles tensing to fend off the attack—but Jay’s body against his was by now a familiar sensation, and the sense of threat evaporated. Especially once Jay’s mouth sealed over his.