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Peter mumbled, trading places with her. He gripped the edges of the podium and looked out into the sea of faces in front of him. From where I’m sitting, his face almost looked a little green, and I felt sorry that he had to speak publicly on such short notice. He cleared his throat. “My name is Peter, and I’m a Specialist with the United States. I did a lot of work in the early days, trying to keep the disease contained. When that failed, I began to take in survivors and tried to fortify a safe haven for them, much like you’ve got here. Unfortunately, things didn’t end well, and I and a small group of survivors were forced out onto the streets with very few supplies and no real hope to keep

Peter: was your day ? Me: yes and yours ?! Peter: work, I want to relax Me: what are we doing here ?! To fart : .. He has this way of fixing me, he looks at me straight with his eyes while supporting my gaze and it destabilizes me Me: why are you doing this ?! Peter: what ?! Me: why are you looking at me ?! Peter: because your eyes charm me much more than your body Me: Peter .. Peter: you asked me the question

“How are you today, Sir?” “Please, call me Peter.” He said with a hint of irritation in his tone. “Yes, of course, Peter. I’ll remember that.” I forced. “I am excited to begin today. I appreciate your haste in signing your contact. I have a special project I would like you to work on.” He was more friendly that I was accustomed to. “Nikola has recently found ancient texts referencing wolves, more specifically werewolves.” He paused to gauge my reaction.

Peter looked toward the screen, where the blacked-out ownership documents still glowed. “The sealed authority did not come from Luca’s father alone. He authorized the structure, yes. But he did not control the money behind it.” “Who did?” I asked. Peter did not answer immediately. Luca’s voice dropped. “Peter.” The old man flinched at his name. Not from fear of punishment this time. From fear of memory. “Don came to me with a file,” Peter said. “He said he had found the original funding route. He said Halcyon Ridge was being used to move assets through development projects before anyone knew what those projects would become.”

“That’s why you are here. Things just got a little bit more complicated.” “Fuck me, how is that possible?” I ask. yeah I have definitely lost all filter tonight. “Welcome to the club.” Says Peter. “We are getting t-shirts. This time we are blaming Lionidis and his entire bloodline” he says cryptically, throwing his arm around his bets shoulder. We all go back inside, and they lead me into the library where it seems they have been working for a while, there are empty cups, coffee pots, plates, stacks of papers and books littered around. But what catches my eye is s a stack of books I’ve never seen before.

Not until wel after grad school at MIT, when he was a young employee at a database security company, flush with stock options and a convertible, and dated a plain Jane systems analyst, did he the mercifully score for the first time. Now, Mark paced nervously in his kitchen, kinetically transforming himself into his alter ego and nom de plume, Peter Benedict, man about town, gambler extraordinaire, Hollywood screenwriter. An entirely different sort of man than Mark Shackleton, government employee, computer geek. He took a few deep breaths and knocked back the last

- Here it is, found it. - Oh, it is quite large… - Well, I am quite known. If you feel like you can’t handle this I would understand. - No, no, it is not that. It is just that I haven’t worked before with someone as well-known as you, so… - But you are an agent, aren’t you? That question satisfied Peter so much that he allowed himself to smirk a little. I kind of liked that. It was like I tickled his huge ego.

One of them mentioned it. I lean forward just a fraction. “And how does Peter get these drugs?” I press. A bitter laugh slips past her lips as she leans back in her chair, crossing her arms like a shield. “He doesn’t get them,” she mutters. “He makes them. Guy’s some kind of science PhD. Thinks he’s a genius.” I study her face for any sign of a crack—hesitation, a tell—but she holds steady. “You do realize how this sounds, don’t you?” I ask evenly.

Peter respected Leonardo Price so much, it was not everyday that people were privileged to meet scientists that smart and had the capacity to accomplish the most impossible breakthroughs. As time went on and Peter and the other top members began to grow impatient with him and in all that they did he did not listen to them, they literally offered him billions just for the manuscript of the making of deceleron but Leonardo had already made up his mind. It was just about two year before the accident that the Price family experience their first attack from a team that they had hired to bring him in.

He drove the same way he walked, talked, and breathed—steady and controlled, with an undercurrent of danger warning those foolish enough to contemplate crossing him that doing so would be their death sentence. He was the exact opposite of Jeremy, and I still marveled at the fact that they were best friends. Personally, I thought Peter was an asshole. I was sure he had his reasons, some kind of psychological trauma which shaped him into the unfeeling robot he was today. Based on the snippets I’d gleaned from Jeremy, Peter’s childhood had been even worse than ours, though I’d never managed to pull the details out of my brother. All I knew was, Peter’s parents had died while he was young and le