Mission Impossible With Peter Graves の小説・ストーリー

Mia stood there in the rain for a long time, the rain getting heavier and heavier. Today, Peter also visited his mother's grave. Today the cemetery is extremely deserted, just him and a woman wearing a long black dress. He cleaned up his mother's grave and placed a bouquet of her favorite flowers on it. He didn't say anything, his straight body just stared at the photo of his mother. His gaze drifted to the other woman, not knowing why he was attracted to her, he felt a sense of familiarity. Peter shook his head, he thought it was because he missed the other woman so much that he thought of everyone, thinking of Mia Joan, he turned and walked away.

James and Morgan stood there in shock. Cassandra was clearly pleased with their reaction. She sneered and turned to me. "Elsa, did you see that? A man's devotion is cheaper than dirt. They say they love you, but when it comes down to it, they still choose to save themselves." Before Cassandra could finish her sentence, Morgan and James grabbed huge stones from the ground and began hammering them onto their own legs. Before long, their legs were crushed into a grotesque mess of torn flesh and exposed bone. In the abandoned flour mill, their anguished screams echoed relentlessly.

"What happens when the gala is over and Garrison is destroyed?" Peter’s eyes flickered, a momentary lapse in his cool, analytical mask. He didn't answer immediately. He looked at the violet stain on his chest, then back to my eyes, a look of profound, terrifying uncertainty clouding his gaze. "I do not know," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "My logic models do not have a variable for that."

"Nothing documented. Nothing that connects any of this to any official action before the moment of prosecution." "Understood," Dante said. Reeves stood. The lunch had been largely untouched, which was how the most significant lunches near the river always went, the food incidental to the conversation that mattered. At the edge of the table he paused. "Graves has been doing this for twelve years," he said. "He has survived everything the official apparatus has thrown at him because he built the apparatus to protect him." He looked at them both. "He has never encountered this." He gestured between them.

I smirked at her. "Where the fuck did you get that from!" She hit her hand on the table aggressively. "You fucking twart." "Easy, Jamie. You are almost convincing me that you did that." I showed her the phone. "The lawyer who helped you manipulate things was found dead but before he did that, the original will of Doris' Dad was found. You know what that means when it leaks." "Shut up!!!!" Jamie screamed, standing up. Everyone snapped their attention to us. I was enjoying this show so much.

Something was definitely wrong. "Peter," I said, my voice sharper now, "tell me what's happening." The silence that followed was deafening. I could almost hear Peter's labored breaths on the other end of the line. Then his voice when it came, was a mere whisper, that shattered the fragile remnants of my composure. "Sir," he began, his voice thick with emotion, "I don’t know how to tell you this. But....we just lost Mr Gideon Pierce."

Another part wanted to pull her back onto the bed and lose himself somewhere she couldn't follow. He stepped back. "Rainer said the grave's empty." Camille's expression shifted into something almost sad. "Rainer says a lot of things when he's losing you." A small pause. "He always has." She reached for his hand. "Remember how many times you begged me to help you set limits with them? How many nights you cried because you couldn't save Elias no matter what you did? No matter how much of yourself you burned trying?" Jose let her take his hand. Her skin felt warm. Familiar. She had a way of making the past sound like something he'd survived instead of something he'd run from.

Peter's tone sounded like a mix of anger and crying. Heinrich lowered the elevator, revealing the work of Lucifer and Kahvis to the two. Heinrich moved the elevator slower than he meant to. Peter would have told him to go faster if he wasn't absorbed in what he saw, the most prominent of which was the three underground leader's corpses hanging from large stone spikes in the center of the district. Peter's eyes looked around, noticing Lucifer at the bottom helping more survivors. He fell to his knees, finally letting the weight of everything he felt hit him.

My body moves fast than my brain, Peter is caught off guard and I easily slip from his rough grip. Something hot passes on top of my hair. Peter's body is detached from mine and he falls. My legs are shaking, I can barely move. I stare down between my legs and I realize am standing on a pool of blood and Peter is dead.