Prologue

            Brian Walker crouched on the rooftop of one of the tallest skyscrapers in all of Japan, directly across from the Japanese Embassy. He took off the standard black backpack all CIA operatives carried and took out the three pieces that would assemble his AK-47.

            Brian Walker wasn’t a normal seventeen year old.

            With swift and experienced fingers, Brian locked the three sections into place, reaching into his backpack for his ammunition; finally, he locked his round into the gun and toggled the safety switch off. Brian rolled his shoulders and sighed before reaching into the bag one last time to remove a small earpiece and a large wrapped bundle of cloth.

            Brian put on the small earpiece and immediately his ear was filled with the sounds of his co-operative on the mission, and best friend, Chandler Poole.

            “God this is so boring…why is it that we always get stuck with the boring missions?”

Autor: tary_nagisa 
Símbolo: #07, Impulso.
Fandom: Bey Blade
Pairing: JohnnyxKaiTala.
Género: General, Romance.
Rating: T
Advertencias: Insinuación de Shonen Ai, Lime, alusión de trío.
Resumen: Johnny no era impulsivo, y tampoco se dejaba dominar por sus pulsiones; sin embargo, una pequeña acción y ahora tenía que arreglárselas tanto con Kai como con Tala. Ahora sí que estaba perdido.

tary_nagisa

Name: Oil is thicker than blood: One

Written for fictionwriters 
 

Warnings: Prelude to violence.

Disclaimer: Belongs to me!

Summary: When mysterious Kellie Sixties hears a story in a library she is forced into hiding.

Author Notes:  Constructive criticism is very much appreciated. And thanks to my great friend A, for supporting me all the way!
 

“

Alex, I think I’m going to kill myself.

 OMG :(

 Please help me, am at bridge

 Im in cinema ttyl

 But I’ll be dead

 :(

Agatha, please help me, am at bridge, love you so much, am suicidal, want to hear from you PLEASE

 Darling, you have so much to live for! x

 Really? x

 Yes. Am in cinema, speak later x

     Arabella had worked as a consultant on the suicide hotline since the Woolworths in Bath had closed. As she said at the interview, she had no personal experience of suicide, but she watched a lot of shows that dealt with the issues surrounding it, such as Jeremy Kyle, and felt that she had a lot of accumulated wisdom to offer the community.

     “Hello, you’ve reached the NHS suicide hotline thank you for waiting, your call is important to us and may be monitored for training purposes.”

     “Hello?”

     Arabella paused with her diet coke half-way to her lips. “Hello,” she repeated.

     “H-h-h-hello?”