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Jump Sophia juid and unreadable I drawfive feet five inches of height

"I anity "For a stroll I wasn’t stalking you"

"You were following Charlie and I I saw your car"

"Oh In that case, yes, I was stalking you"

"You shouldn’t be here," he says without rit e words "So? I don’t care about hi in Tweed’s coerous? You said you wouldn’t join thehs and rubs his eyes "- before Sophia died that I ended up regretting"

My sto he likedso fking selfish and focus

"Since when is going to a barbeque work?" I hiss

"Since the one throwing the party is our target"

"Uh, hello? Earth to Zabadoobian Jack? This is reality, not Call of Duty There are no ‘targets’"

"In my line of work, there are," he answers

"And what, pray tell, is your line of work?"

Jack’s frigid eyes harden, becoence agent"

I quirk a brow and look suitably confused

"Spy," he translates "Now go back to your dorm, and leave this toe to get the ‘y’ out Jack, ever sensitive to ht, turns and leaves I follow

"S-Spy?" I choke "What blind idiot died and made you a spy? You’re like…you’re…what’s the word for the opposite of ‘subtle’?"

"Isis Blake," Jack offers

"Jack Hunter!" I correct "Jack Hunter isn’t subtle"

"I’ lacier with killer eyebrows and rapiers for eyes People don’t forget Jack Hunter so easily"

"I wish they would," Jack murmurs It sounds so hollow and weak, so unlike hiotten If you were, the last lobal war would become a very scary reality Scarier than it already is And closer And hotter In the temperature sense, not the let’s sex it up sense"

Jack stops walking and stares at irl chooses that ive Jack a very drunk kiss on the cheek, accompanied by an extremely subtle drop of a pink condom wrapper as she runs back out I pick it up and hand it to hiet silly," I remind Jack facepalms spectacularly and I count at it as a victory because at least he is not sad-looking, he is so and it’s not much, but it’s better than sad He comes up with the barest smile on his lips, but he quashes it quickly