I'm kind of adorable.

Take a picture of yourself right now.
Don't change your clothes, don't fix your hair... just take a picture.
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i probably should have mentioned candy

Make a list of things you like about Fall

1. Sweaters
2. Sweaters
3. Caleb offering me his jacket when we go out for nice dinners
4. Sweaters
5. Seeing my breath while I'm running
6. Hot chocolate
7. Fires (not like house and/or arson fires, but in pits and places)
8. Sweaters
9. Leaf piles
10. Corduroy jeans and skirts
11. Suede boots
12. Cinnamon smelling pine cones
13. Pumpkin pie
14. Sweaters
15. Fall colors
16. Using the fact that it's cold and my silk robe doesn't make me warm as an excuse for body heat
17. Football
18. The end of baseball
19. Sweaters
20. Mostly just Caleb offering me his jacket when we go out for nice dinners

[flack] this is even worse than getting herpes from a toilet seat -– which was impossible

Good little soldier didn't even begin to cover it. Lydecker said jump and she said how high. Even after Manticore fell, after she went to ground as it was, after Lydecker disappeared off the face of the planet -– she still had that undying faith in Manticore. They'd feed and clothed her, they'd taught her how to survive, they'd given her a family just as much as they'd taken it away. And Lydecker was like a father to all of them.

So when he found her, finally, she didn't ask questions as to why he wanted this guy offed. She hadn't even asked questions when she uncovered the fact that he was a former Manticore lab technician. She just looked the other way and closed her eyes, trying to push back the memories of reindoctrination.

Those were memories she didn't quite savor.

The shot was perfect, a tiny hole directly between his eyes -– directly, dead center between his slightly bushy eyebrows she wasn't sure if she remembered or imagined. A little over a mile away and she packed up her things, wiping down every surface with a combination of bleach and ammonia that made her nose wrinkle and her eyes tear up. There was no trace of a human presence aside of the scent of disinfectant and absolutely nothing to tie the murder to her.

She was trained for this, more strenuously than the Marines and from a younger age. Being a sniper wasn't her job it was who she was.

It was a surprise however, when she was picked up for speeding and stuck in an interrogation room.

She wasn't aware that interrogating criminal speeders was the norm nowadays, but she was sure as shit thankful Lydecker hooked her up with a handy dandy laser removal before he sent her out on her job. It was nice knowing she didn't have to make sure the back of her neck was covered.

Waiting, she rested her head on her folded arms and stared around the room, waiting for her interrogator. This was going to be a cake walk, there was no way she could be tied to the murder and her record -– as fake as it may be -– was spotless. She just happened to be suspicious. Goody.

Still, the main thought running through her mind was the Colonel is gonna kill me.