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Log: Ongoing
When; Jan. 22 (afternoon)
Rating; PG
Characters; George Blake![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
not_alaska, Nicholas Brocklehurst razrsharp
Summary; He promised he wouldn't let her tear down what he had built.
Log;
Logan's place was easy to find. Nicholas had been there countless times for their morning workout rituals, with or without the nightcrawler. But today he came in navy blue suit and matte black shoes, to pick up George Blake, former agent, the only other person in the City who knew their secrets. Secrets that were damned important to keep. He wanted to see her too. The redheaded agent had been one of the few people in Washington with whom he connected instantly. Maybe it was the nature of their work, maybe it was her sharp intellect and the acknowledgment that the men and women who kept the system running always had to get their hands dirty.
Brocklehurst still wore his ring for the occasion, a single platinum band. He led George towards Café Juliet which resembled a particularly popular chain of American coffee places. Perhaps the sight of it would be a comfort.
"My treat, George," he smiled.
Rating; PG
Characters; George Blake
not_alaska, Nicholas Brocklehurst razrsharp Summary; He promised he wouldn't let her tear down what he had built.
Log;
Logan's place was easy to find. Nicholas had been there countless times for their morning workout rituals, with or without the nightcrawler. But today he came in navy blue suit and matte black shoes, to pick up George Blake, former agent, the only other person in the City who knew their secrets. Secrets that were damned important to keep. He wanted to see her too. The redheaded agent had been one of the few people in Washington with whom he connected instantly. Maybe it was the nature of their work, maybe it was her sharp intellect and the acknowledgment that the men and women who kept the system running always had to get their hands dirty.
Brocklehurst still wore his ring for the occasion, a single platinum band. He led George towards Café Juliet which resembled a particularly popular chain of American coffee places. Perhaps the sight of it would be a comfort.
"My treat, George," he smiled.