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... When I finished shooting firecrackers. I may not like, but personally I am very proud.

And when I finish ... I have suspended 10 projects calling for attention. But before reading your stuff like one possessed and decent comment and it seems like I have half a brain.

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's been a great week.

Great but immensely busy.

The weekend was the wedding of some good friends, which went out to speak in front of everyone present dressed up (with your knees slightly shaking). Apparently I did jump a few tears (do not know if emotional or painful) and were congratulating me for the dance intoxicated persons. "You have radio voice", "No bad writing is given to you" "You're a fucking, do not change (exaltation of friendship, binge phase X).

Then my birthday. THANKS to everyone. For the emails, messages to mobile, private, post dedicated, videos, writings ... I have a lot of answers. A break and do it. Thanks again.

Work and more work, but the good thing is that in these times of crisis, danger and I have not in good standing.

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Title: Ironies in the Mirror (Part 10)

Fandom: Fringe

Couple: Peter / Olivia.

Rating: prefer not to evaluate it.

Warnings: Spoilers Chapter 1x20. All children under 18 years you enter under your responsibility. You may have ideas or scenes not considered suitable.

Note: hang up and go forward. Because they are somewhat complex scenes technical narrative (at least for me), I am a long time and I was ruminating perpetuates the chapter. So I prefer to go attacking the piecewise fic acceptable and not to prolong the wait.

Note 2: This fic was conceived last spring, so anything remotely resembling common idea with the plot of ac FRINGE

Both IQ, both potential and die like an idiot, thinks Peter with a touch of resignation. I get in the middle of a scrub of epic proportions without even carrying a gun. Pepper spray, a syringe with bleach. Anything.
Peter advancing rapidly, the body crouched as has been done to the people of the FBI, feeling awkward and a little ridiculous. As you approach the house canela before the stern gaze of a guard who makes the rounds around the perimeter. More men scattered in the yard, huge, neglected, covered by a layer of fresh snow on the trails but have opened the agents to recognize the field. The area is guarded, in case anyone tries to escape. It is also impossible to enter without being detected.

Peter chooses to approach an intimidating-looking woman that does not stop yelling at his intercom. Around his neck hangs the military mask, with its featureless appearance inhuman. Must be six feet and could be a Greek goddess, with her nariz aquiline, his eyebrows and straight black hair in a bun perfect. It is made of angles and muscles, and gives a little scary. Sure beat the boys in her class and forced his partner to accompany her to the prom.

"What happens? And those shots? "He asks with professional seriousness. He dedicates his smile but charming tough guy.

It looks for arriba down with narrowed eyes. When is the identification that hangs from the thick coat of the young, said inside his head. A movement that makes Peter feel like blocks and display your notebook with outstanding.

"Friendly Fire. It appears that the suspects have barricaded themselves inside. "

" Where is the agent Dunham? And the agent Francis? "

"In the basement. I hear through the open channel. They are trying to get into the lab with the vanguard. They have managed to defuse the bomb in the door but not open. "

The woman raises her hand, asking for a moment. Peter hears the words unintelligible in the joint.

"Yes, ma'am. Agent Korakakis speech. I am in charge of the external monitoring. Nothing new, except that his civil counsel, Mr. Bishop ... what? Peter Bishop, ma'am. You are here with me.

Peter stands to his full height and lift the chin. Its almost six feet had never seemed so little.

"Yes, I have this. No, not allow it. Ma'am, yes ma'am. "

black eyes are riveted on the agent & eacuyou, l like I could dissect it.

"Lord Bishop ..."

His tone is polite but curt.

"Yes"

"The Agent Dunham has ordered me to keep him away from danger. I have been advised to try to give me the slip. Reti MLXC

"Son! What is it? "

" I need you to help me sneak into the house. There is an enormous woman will not let me enter. Do you want to gamble with these toy soldiers? "

Walter's smile could light up a city in darkness.

Cyou in your head. There has to be one. An installation of these features requires an outlet, a place from which to make the exchange of temperature. Release the heat of the night Diaye working machines, processing data and maintaining a complex microclimate. His eyes reveal a snow-free zone, and bending notes in the frozen face a warm breeze coming from the ground. Find the grid there. I'm a fucking genius, welcomed with a mental pat. Now missing the jackpot. Starts digging with gloved hands until the metal structure is frozen to the touch and covered in frost. Cross your fingers and pull hard mentally handle.

can not believe it when opened with a creak. Warm air and moisture can smell that something as elusive as condensed electricity. Should call for backup, enter only is suicide and a sign of stupidity. But he knows he will most likely send it back with Walter with a reprimand for missing orders. So do something in between: release a long whistle until the officers are given the hint, and emphasizes its position with broad gestures.

"Eo. There is an entry afteror is something else.

Hear the footsteps of the officers approaching the yard into position, and decides to get a little, lest you fish by the throat and take out by force of arms, kicking. The temperature is much higher than the outside, even pleasurable after the freezing cold in the morning. The smell is also pervasive, as if in an aquarium, especially one in which hundreds have made a mess of fish. Is strong and unpleasant. Walk slowly with the fading light behind him, following the narrow corridor that leads to a smallNa packed room of computers and twisted cables on the floor. Almost no light to be guided, groping where to go, his hands raised in fear of touching something. To his right distinguishes a great bowl with blue lights, where small figures moving elongated. feel a chill as he remembered the sharp teeth of copper, the spikes and the bodies of flesh and metal. Unconsciously away from the aquarium into a wall.

it difficult to hear anything here, there is a constant hum taLXC

Although he has his head covered, clear plastic eyes and face no trace of the agent Korakakis manage to convey the silent promise of a kick in the backside. Amateur

shit, you do

kill us. I will fall a row because of you. Or something similar.

woman on the head of the group of three men eventually nods his head. Means that the young will not take off nosy for good and can not waste time and attaching it escorted outside to a tree.

Peter remains in its path, admiring the way she and her colleagues performed a choreography that allows them to cover all sides. Supporting walking heel first, then dropping his weight forward. Seem to be slipping into darkness, with an amazing economy of movement. Overlook the next room.

A gooseneck illuminates a desk covered with papers and all kinds of materials that stand out among the flood of documents. There is a silver briefcase opened as the focus oflight. A figure is tilted carefully filling what looks like a great specimen.

"Try to escape." Peter whispered, noting a point of panic in his voice. "The most likely try to destroy the facility after fleeing. If the agent and the agent Francis Dunham in the basement, it is logical that where we intend to sneak into us, unless you have another way out. "

A mask negra looks at him with patience. Probably the kind of inside has peeled eggs to make this work and is thinking he's a smartass idiot. Peter only a smile does not know if the other can be distinguished. "These masks have night vision?

The suspect is denying between teeth, forehead beaded with sweat and slipping spectacles on his nose.

The Korakakis agent and one of his peers deep into the room.

disappeared in the darkness, out of range of light from the lamp. Embeds a powerful shot against the cabinet that was behind him. The roar resonates painfully in the confined space.

"Stop!" Screams the Korakakis agent. "Do not shoot, could give the specimen. Remember the biohazard. Persigámosle. "Then the mask Ely turns to the female version of Darth Vader threatens him:" Do not move from here, Mr. Bishop. "

The four agents disappear after the fugitive, the steps of his boots off into the distance.

Peter alone. With eyes wide, and not daring to breathe. He looks around, thinking quickly what to do. Tests, collect what you can. No! Do not touch anything, do not destroy the crime scene. But his hands are on the documents, as if hungry and can not be controlled. Lee at full speed. Diagrams of molecules. Growth patterns. Temperature Charts. Itsimportant network information. They have finished the work kicks, just in case the computer thought singing in an interrogation. Oh, shit. Today is your lucky day, you should go buy a lottery ticket. Discover a memory board that seems to have resisted the destruction of urgency, even

fixed to the structure. He kneels, recklessly putting fingers in the mouth twisted and pulled harder than it should. Beware, beware, it is recalled.

light fluctuates. There is a terrible blow, as if a heavy steel door and collapses on; Nbsp;

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soon

continue

(and I promise I close here again by chance). .

Skin Ulcers More Condition_symptoms Busy in June, a birthday wonderful people, wonderful people writing

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I am back a bit missing.

lot of work, family and several urgent care issues.

Not bad, all good, but who steals a long time.

I have a wedding this weekend and could not care less what I will, but I have named godmother and I have to do a little speech (the girlfriend told me to lie a lot and not have our exits crazy) . How much time should I talk? ¿3 minutes? Is it joke from when my friend told me that if I ever had a lesbian experience in a trio, it would be me and another colleague? "Inappropriate for a civil wedding with conservative family? CHTMLLXC

lauranio

is back writing this fandom, and she and other talented people (like

dryadeh

and other silver hands) is n expanding literature in this series so special. I can not read them, because I'm very behind in season 2, but if you follow the adventures of the Bishop Boys, you have to visit them and encourage them to continue writing. Certainly, Sir, to recommend original romantic comedy that is writing a person with heart & amry has closed its letter to cronies (shameful?). I think it's a good chance to bite your door and ask to be friends, and believe me when I say it's worth (the original and above all, enjoy your friendship.) .