#wcrdcddy

Don Collier is no man in hell that Helene had pictured herself being with. AT ALL. All her life, she figured she would be married to some man that her father ended up picking, perhaps a Jewish banker in Berlin before the war. Or, if Helene (or Isabel at that time since Helene is her spy identity) some ordinary man, who is gentle, kind, absolutely worshipped. You know, typical fantasy things. It is not like she is disappointed with her fate in being with Don and eventually marrying him years later. It is just simply that she has changed, wants had changed. Also, not saying her standards lowered either with Don. But there are qualities in Don that no man she has ever been with has. And in some ODD, MSYERTIOUS way, she is absolutely CRAZY about him.

         it’s actually not the first time danny’s been SHOT, but it’s not an experience he’s happy to be repeating. 

     “ sorry       didn’t mean to startle you. ” 

              he realizes belatedly that the one with the bullet hole in his side might not be the one who owes the apologies, but it’s in his nature.   he’s here on a RAND-sponsored aid mission, && honestly he thought it was going to be a nice break from the chaos of the city.   best laid plans, eh ??   

      “ could you, ah ... i need a bandage. ”  something to slow the bleeding until he can get it stitched up.  “ maybe somewhere to sit down. ”

    “Shit...” It had been, Victor would admit, a long week. Tonight, if to add insult to injury, he’d pulled every last bit of change out of his pockets and ended up a few coppers short of buying himself a drink. He sighed, leaning a touch more heavily against the bar and giving the man a sidelong glance.

   “By the looks of things...I mean, FRIGGIN’ CLEARLY...I can take care of myself.” 

“Like that.” Gesturing to his face. “Did I do something or do you always look like that?”