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hackthis_archive) wrote2009-08-10 03:18 pm
hackthis_archive) wrote2009-08-10 03:18 pm
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War, Southland and comment-fic, oh my!
It's interesting that the plague showing up in China and the Birthers bullshit only kind of makes me nervous, but ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
tomricks interrupting his vacation to blog about shit falling apart in Iraq makes me want to crawl under my desk and kiss my ass goodbye.
Also, this article about a personal trainer who put on 88 lbs. just so he could lose it and see what it's like for his clients is pretty compelling. I think this is going to make him a much stronger trainer.
I feel like I'm saying this every time I post (and I probably am, too bad!), BUT, for those stragglers who aren't on the train yet. NBC is re-airing Southland right now in the run up to the premiere (Sept 25th) on Friday nights at 8pm. You can also watch it on NBC.com and on Hulu. They have the first four episodes up (there are only seven), so please, please please, watch it. You won't regret it. Really.
In other Southland news: Michael and Ben start filming tomorrow. If I was any more excited I'd bounce out of my chair. Oh, wait, and L is writing me comment!porn featuring slutty!Ben. You all wish you had an L, but she is mine. Okay, jointly shared with Q and A. And her family. And all of you, but you know what I mean.
Offer Redux!: Oh, and I've been thinking, you know, I had so much fun the last time around that if anybody's got some like photos or something and might want some comment-fic, you know, I think I'm open for business.* Who knows, you might even get L, A and Q to play along too. Then again, they might all boycott and you'll be stuck with me. ;-)
*You know how it goes.
tomricks interrupting his vacation to blog about shit falling apart in Iraq makes me want to crawl under my desk and kiss my ass goodbye.Also, this article about a personal trainer who put on 88 lbs. just so he could lose it and see what it's like for his clients is pretty compelling. I think this is going to make him a much stronger trainer.
I feel like I'm saying this every time I post (and I probably am, too bad!), BUT, for those stragglers who aren't on the train yet. NBC is re-airing Southland right now in the run up to the premiere (Sept 25th) on Friday nights at 8pm. You can also watch it on NBC.com and on Hulu. They have the first four episodes up (there are only seven), so please, please please, watch it. You won't regret it. Really.
In other Southland news: Michael and Ben start filming tomorrow. If I was any more excited I'd bounce out of my chair. Oh, wait, and L is writing me comment!porn featuring slutty!Ben. You all wish you had an L, but she is mine. Okay, jointly shared with Q and A. And her family. And all of you, but you know what I mean.
Offer Redux!: Oh, and I've been thinking, you know, I had so much fun the last time around that if anybody's got some like photos or something and might want some comment-fic, you know, I think I'm open for business.* Who knows, you might even get L, A and Q to play along too. Then again, they might all boycott and you'll be stuck with me. ;-)
*You know how it goes.
Assassin!Brad
After assignments there's always a window of radio silence between the operative and home, while items are disposed of and the operative returns to base.
Brad's team has this art down to a science. When it's possible to spend an entire day in a space the size of a coffin waiting on a target, leaving as soon as possible is tantamount to a contest.
Breaking down of weapon: 90 seconds (Brad holds the record at 38 seconds)
Policing of brass and environs: 1 minute, 25 seconds (Brad also holds this record at 43 seconds)
Exit: 1-5 minutes (Ray holds this record at 23 seconds only because he jumped out a window)
Return to Home: Depending on the location, between 30 minutes and 24 hours.
The window to return home depends entirely on the location of the assignment. If you're working close to home you're expected immediately. If you're further away you are to check in a regular 90 minute intervals until you are home. Failure to do so... Well, nobody is that stupid.
Brad sent Nate on assignment to Massachusetts. He was due back in the office seven minutes ago. Brad does not worry. Except sometimes, and generally that sometimes is spelled N-a-t-e.
Brad looks at the three flat screens on his desk, watching his e-mail automatically update, sign-outs occuring in munitions and in the corner of one screen a replay of a football match with his favorite team.
It's now seven minutes and 38 seconds. That's more than enough. Brad pulls out the desk drawer on his lower right, and then he pulls out the false bottom and grabs his Glock. There are all sorts of handguns at Brad's disposal. Expensive and high powered and practically lined in gold, but Brad's found that the best gun is the one that always performs when you need it to. Besides, he gave his favorite Beretta to Nate.
He's just checking the chamber when the door to his office flies open, banging against the wall loudly. "Honey, I'm home."
Nate's grin is enormous, bright and full of mischief. His cheeks are flushed. He's taken to this job just as well as Brad knew he would. Once he got over the reservations about... everything.
Brad narrows his eyes and fires a round right by Nate's left ear. It enters a hole in the wall on the other side of the office. This is not the first time Brad's been displeased at work.
"What the fuck, Brad?!" Ray hollers from somewhere nearby. Nate just frowns.
"What the fuck's wrong with you?" he says, removing his coat and hanging it up next to Brad's.
Brad slips the safety back on his gun and sets it on his desk. "You're late."
Nate rolls his eyes and unbuttons his shirt at the wrists. "I was here, I was just talking to Poke," he says. "My com was giving me feedback, stop being such a pissy bitch."
Brad can feel the corners of his mouth turning down as he stands up. Nate pauses, his fingers hooked under the sleeve he's rolling up. In several large steps, Brad's across the room and slamming shut his door. Except it doesn't slam properly because Ray's been fucking with his springs again, and it hisses closed five centimeters from the door jamb.
The door snicks closed and Brad turns back to Nate. "I don't give a shit if you're bleeding all over those thousand dollar trousers I bought you, you come to see me first, do you hear me?" he snaps.
Nate's mouth quirks up at the left corner. "Aw, poor Brad. Were you worried?"
Brad makes a derisive noise, which is cut off by Nate closing the gap between them and kissing him sharply on the mouth. "If I admit I was bad, will you punish me?" he asks, green eyes bright.
Brad can feel the smile pulling wide. "Why don't you bend over my desk and find out?"
Re: Assassin!Brad
Nnnnnnnnnnng. YES! WHY DON'T YOU DO THAT, NATE! PLEASE!
Cranky worried Brad is super super super hot. And I love Nate's entrance. He's so adorable when he's happy and messing with Brad's head. LOVE! ♥
Re: Assassin!Brad
::looks at calendar::
Re: Assassin!Brad
And L brings the smackdown! In a subtle way. Impressive.
Re: Assassin!Brad
WIN!
Brad narrows his eyes and fires a round right by Nate's left ear. It enters a hole in the wall on the other side of the office. This is not the first time Brad's been displeased at work.
Once again, spelled N-A-T-E.
"Why don't you bend over my desk and find out?"
OMG, YOU LEAVE IT THERE!
::is very innocent::
SO MUCH LOVE! I mean, just so you know. I think you know. But I emphasize, just in case.
Re: Assassin!Brad
Ray holds this record at 23 seconds only because he jumped out a window
*is proud*
Besides, he gave his favorite Beretta to Nate.
AW! That totally makes them assasin married.
Brad can feel the smile pulling wide. "Why don't you bend over my desk and find out?"
And, you know, now I'm dead.
Re: Assassin!Brad
Yeah, that's love. :D