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Maiden // priorities
Mar. 21st, 2018 10:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
taicharaIt figured. Here they all were, sitting on the biggest prize they'd ever snatched from corporate jaws, and some people were wallowing.
Free looked occupied with tuning the gleaming chrome under his battered gloves, but it didn't mean he wasn't in a black mood of memory. And Nikolas, hunkered at the basement bar, blonde shag still spattered with blood and machine oil -- oh yeah, he was still spoiling for a fight.
Whatever --
Rory fired up his deck, unspooled the gleaming fibre-op, fingered through his hair for the port in his temple.
Maiden had a message to get out, fast.
Free looked occupied with tuning the gleaming chrome under his battered gloves, but it didn't mean he wasn't in a black mood of memory. And Nikolas, hunkered at the basement bar, blonde shag still spattered with blood and machine oil -- oh yeah, he was still spoiling for a fight.
Whatever --
Rory fired up his deck, unspooled the gleaming fibre-op, fingered through his hair for the port in his temple.
Maiden had a message to get out, fast.