#caliphonomage

It was raining the night she walked into my office; that should have been my first clue. It never rains in the City of Angels unless the angels are weeping. And the angels here are tougher than most.

She was small, like a grenade or a shot of tequila, but with a fire in her eyes that made her no less dangerous. mishandling any three could cost a man his life.  She had legs that went up her skirt and made you wonder where exactly they led. She was trouble incarnate, the dice of the fates made human form. 

And she had chosen tonight, of all nights, to walk into my life. A night I would have rather spent by myself nursing a bottle of Canadian whiskey and remember my biggest mistake. 

Aaron stood in  his bar looking nervous, he called Lucy over for a few drinks on the pretense that they hadn't saw each other in a while. He had decorated the bar with candles that lead into the center of the room where Aaron stood in a new suit, playing with a gold and iron knotted ring in his pocket.

His head shot up when the door opened and his face softened “Hey Lu”

Michael had never been to Los Angeles before. In fact, he wasn’t sure why he was here now. Shiro had assured him that that was just part of the Knight of the Cross gig. He was surprised, however, that it had happened so literally. He had gone to the airport to watch the planes and then felt...something. He’d gone into the airport and practically whisked aboard a plane. First class. For free. Airport personnel had escorted him there with smiles. 

The first thing he noticed getting off the plane was that it was hot. Really hot. And dry. Chicago had been warm, but it felt like he was landing on the surface of the sun. The first thing he did, after he left LAX, was have a cab take him to downtown. The city flowing (slowly) around him was fascinating. He’d lived in a big city most of his life, but LA sprawled over the desert like a living thing.

He got out of the cab and found a store to buy some overpriced clothes that made him look less Midwestern. Tight EVERYTHING was apparently the fashion. Thankfully he could still move well. Then, he started walking. He could feel that same Calling. It was like a small, still voice, but it didn’t give him directions, just a feeling. Reddish hair caught his eye, and he turned, and knew. He had mostly been wandering, unsure of what to do, but this was the woman to ask. Then again, how does one approach someone and offer to help with their (potential) problems without sounding like a crazy person? He thought for a moment, then shrugged.

It had been a while since Jon had been back in King’s Landing, owing mostly to the fact that anyone associated with the Starks tended to find themselves in a danger situation pretty quickly these days. But the danger didn’t bother him as he weaved through the city to the Silk Road and stormed through one particular door.

There were cries after him, men and women calling his name, but he ignored them all and charged up the stairs. He was relentless in his mission. Finally he burst through one particular door.

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“Ready up!” the bomber sight man yelled. Jon hooked the release for his chute to the overhead bar and moved to the bombay doors. “We’re throwing you out first, and then the rest of your gear. You might land a little off. Remember your signals.” Jon nodded to the other man, his training running through his head. He took a deep breath and gave the other man the thumbs up. With a flick of the switch, the doors opened.

Jon let himself be sucked out of the doors. He felt the slight jolt as the release strap pulled off the chute. Everything slowed for a moment, the seconds stretching as Jon wondered if the chute would fail him. Then the arresting jolt of the cute opening, and Jon was floating down to the ground.