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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Jan 20, 2017 4:51:35 GMT
She was sore but happy and texted him" so um need to let my contact know soon my choice about the um training so what dobyou think mi amor?"
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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Jan 20, 2017 5:26:50 GMT
Samuel moved into the next room sliding his phone from is interior coat pocket. Reading the screen he smiled then frowned. 'As your heart would deem. Proceed. We always have dinner.'
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Jan 20, 2017 5:32:50 GMT
Biting her lip she nodded" i think i just can't fo any further here yanno and don't wantca new partner. Ok but I promise I will try and be home as much as I can besides this is a try out still need to interview and pass weapons regulations and some ither things..might not even happen"
She was down playing excited feeling and trying not to fet hopes up.
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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Jan 20, 2017 5:48:48 GMT
Her reply coming so quickly he hadn't even put away his phone. He read it nodding as if she were there. "It is as good as yours."
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Jan 20, 2017 6:02:46 GMT
... a few days later she'd sent in herintrest and they had called her for interview in D.C it had been a day trip. She'd come home unsure but hopeful. Text " holding my breath interview was rough but passed physicals gun tests and practicles. Should hear soon..miss you. Can't wait for dinner tomorrow night"
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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Jan 22, 2017 14:01:29 GMT
A few days a few hours and already he’d had to put an end to three lions. They were strong lions set on edge by the fact the man who trained them in the ways leonine had done what many believed was tantamount to outright betrayal. They were wrong. So very wrong. Yet in the end Samuel had to entertain the thought that maybe their perceptions were not as erroneous as he knew them to be.
The truth was he had to admit that his loyalties never faltered simply that they mistook the truth of his loyalties. The hierarchy of his heart.
Sitting in his offices looking over a consolidation of things run operated and occupied by the Pride he felt his phone vibrate to life. Looking at the screen he read and replied without thinking the words flowing to his the tips of his finger before he’d even consciously thought of a reply. ‘Breathe it is yours Giovanni’s fashionably late will do.’ It said so many things and nothing all at once. It said how inundated he was with wrangling the Pride into a unit a team a pseudo family for those lacking and a cavalry for those in need. It also spoke to the longing in him. But in the end it was simply pixels on a screen as stnd in for time spent.
He knew it wasn’t enough by half but it would have to do until time permitted. He wanted the very best for her and knew this step was a boon. Part of him was its ever-paranoid cynical self was this some long-planned play at the behest of Gates he wasn’t sure. He thought not but he also hadn’t known of her connection to not only the preternatural but to a Master of such It was definitely food for thought and a far too sobering one.
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