Action Andy, the leader of the RGA’s Nightingales of the Plaid Orchestra, greeted the one and only Chandler “the Fair” Martinsen at the shed in the backyard of the Richardson residence in Arlington, Virginia. He said to him, smiling, with the keys in his hands, “Glad to see you’re still kicking, Chandler. It’d be a shame for all of us in the RGA if you weren’t.” “You sound like you were expecting to have me killed,” Chandler the Fair muttered in a sarcastic tone. “Very funny of you,” Action Andy added. “Moving on with what I was about to tell you…” He proceeded to give Chandler a file folder containing all the juicy details needed to formulate one of the RGA’s cases. “Look, that girl I had you meet earlier this month, back when we were still in Ohio, wanted me to give you this. It’s gives us more than enough reasons to expand our cases further down south, where a lot of …show more content…
As for Brünnhilde, however, such was not the case. “Do you have any idea on what exactly those three guys want?” Chandler whispered back to O’Hara, referring to Fredrick Raynerson and the two leaders who are as mysterious as Brünnhilde and the three RGA leaders. “Just by looking at them, with the exception of Fredrick, those other two guys freak me out.” “I know they do, and that’s why I’m trying to let you know that you’re not the only one in the grand scheme of things,” Butch O’Hara added. “For now, let’s just sit back and listen to what those three have to say to us. Once the time is right, we make our decision and finalize it.” Suddenly, the enigmatic leader of Ancestral Legacy’s leader stood out of his chair, and began speaking with Brünnhilde. He said to her, “The two are now here with us? Shall we begin this meeting, and see to it that all of our plans are now in
"Honestly, I don't plan to kill you," Charles murmured, stepping past Brandon with the anti-necrolyze rifle in his hands. "You took away my ability to take care of my family, so I guess it's just fair if I do the same to you. Now, you get to feel the helplessness I've experienced." And he walked away with a guffaw. "How satisfying!"
“You're so cocky Julius,” Marcus said, rolling his eyes with an annoyed look on his face.
“Don’t worry. The police will be here shortly.” The person said with a sadistic smirk.
Avery and Morris are at the crime scenes. Oliver is starting up on the profile and the geographical profile. I’m stuck conducting family interviews. AC you’re on your own for this one. Maybe get one of the doctors to help you out. Gotta go. Good luck.”
“Ouch!— you’re a mean one, why do I inspired you so much contempt? Have I disrespect you?” He asked as he kept his cold stare.
“Well I didn’t. So. Maybe it’s you that really doesn’t. Wouldn’t surprise me,” she said angrily.
"I don’t think you should ask questions, young lady," she snapped back harshly, then chuckled to play it off like she was joking.
The chieftains nodded in agreement. It was now the oldest of the chieftains who took the opportunity to speak. “Indeed, war is the purpose of this gathering.” the old chief tapped the table impatiently, indicating the maps sprawled across the table. “But it is methods of war that we seek to discuss”.
At the 2016 Kansas State Fair, I was the leader of my small show team. The eldest and most experienced, Madeleine and Rylynn were cheering me on through each class. I had already had a wonderful time, winning reserve champion in my equitation class, making pleasure finals and placing fourth in hunter under saddle, horsemanship was my last class. There were 40 in my class, and I was twelfth in the working order. Maddie and Ry sat on the other side of pen happily eating soft pretzels, eating up pattern after pattern. I walked in the small warm up arena as much as I could, I was terrified that my horse would turn up lame, as he had gotten a cut on his coronet not but a few days ago, and I had scratched him out of trail and hack because of it. Though there had been no sign of soreness from him, I was terribly worried.We worked on our spins, I backed him to the gates more times than I could count, and his trot offs were prompt and rhythmic. Our gatekeeper called my number to tell me I was on deck.
“What… You don't remember me anymore?” he said jokingly, and I took to running to him practically knocking
“Hell no!” she laughed throatily. “I’m an assassin. I thought you would have guessed that by now, sharp as you are,” she teased.
Mabel had been doing nothing but nervously muttering slightly-varied versions of the above statement ever since she and Dipper had talked with Coraline about sneaking out.
“Why are you acting so hateful towards me? I thought…we. Well, I never imagined I’d see you again.” Her voice cracked and she had to stop and swallow.
“I know, but you make it seem like you want him to die, like he’s mean to, in fact.”
“ What happened, what did they say to you, did they say something mean?” Jason asks.