“Do you realize what you have just done to me? You blasted echosmith in my ear, you made me eat fish, made me wear a dress, posted pictures of me in the dress on Facebook or some shit, and you almost stripped me naked against my will! Now tell me if you could love someone after all that? How the hell did you even know about some of that stuff” he said in an annoyed tone. Lillian sighed at this and put her hands on her hips “Let's say I have some connections, now we need to fix that attitude of yours mister man.” she walks over to the chest again, Aiden spoke up. “Wait! Connections? with the Italian mafia or something?” bewildered, Aiden thinks of all the possibilities. Video cameras, audio recordings, was she actually in the room? His brain thought of some ridiculous things until Lillian answered his question and calmed his nerves a little. “I just talked with some girl. Kylin was it?… yeah, that's it. She was an open book, let me tell you.” she said, “She went into amazing detail of how the moans and pants ‘filled the air,’ I can tell she reads a lot of fanfictions,” she finished and remembered she was going to grab something and returned to the task. Aiden made a mental note to smack her as soon as he could. She took a medium length of rope and a strange looking item that had wires attached to it out of the chest. She grabbed his hands, put them behind the chair and tied his wrists together. Aiden was confused but didn't protest because his foot felt like it was
"and after a stunt like that she's going to need." Claire pointed out. "This isn't a job she can't afford to mess up, there is going to be about five other veterans running point with us. You don't think she needs those connections?" Claire produces a small envelope from her purse and pushes it across the table towards him.
"So you've heard of me? Yeah, doesn't surprise me. Hard to be the best secret agent in the world and still keep it under wraps. I'm sure you can empathize with that situation you clearly know nothing about... Ms. Breaking-and-entering. Speaking of entering..." Archer cocked an eyebrow Lana's way that frustrated her in at least ten different ways.
She bit down on the stolen Pink Lady she got from my house and started to talk with a full mouth. “He’ll learn who Tiamara Moore is. One way or another. And why are you talking to him? I told you to stay away from him.”
“He had two students. One child was on the table and the other was in some sort of a device. The child on the table had had their hands cut off. You could see them laying on a small table to the side of the operating table. The child’s arms had regrown as sharp black claws. The other student was being suspended by an electric beam, her eyes and mouth leaked beams of electricity. I didn’t know what to do at that point, but then they saw me...” paused Ned.
“What has gotten into you!” She blurted out, “They most definitely know that you killed Amaranth
I turned to look at her. "We say that because we can 't imagine it. Maybe Alex is right. At least, at this point, we give the benefit of the doubt on his part. The other guy...not so much. Our goal at this point is to shut it down. Whoever is responsible or the cause will be a secondary problem.”