5 Works by madbees
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A man was sitting in the chair across from him. Flambae's mouth went dry when recognition hit.
The guy looked pretty unremarkable in person. Early thirties, lean build, short, auburn hair, dressed in jeans and a ratty hoodie. A chunk of his right ear was missing.
There was no doubt as to his identity.
Robert Robertson, serial killer. Hero killer.
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Flambae only knows Robert Robertson as a wanted murderer. It's on TV and everything. So why the fuck does the guy keep insisting that he's their dispatcher?
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"It gets worse, by the way. Severe insomnia can cause confusion, hallucinations, paranoia, problems with short-term memory and oh, yeah. You can totally die from it."
"Not true," Robert mumbled, "You don't die from insomnia. You can die from the health complications caused by severe sleep deprivation though."
"Great, you can die from the fucking health complications then! This shit's serious, Robert! And not normal!"
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Or: Robert's no good, very bad, really, really long day.
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Visi was about to put her hand on Robert's shoulder to steady him when he suddenly lunged forward. Before she knew what was happening she was lying on the ground, Robert kneeling on top of her.
"Rob–"
She didn't get a chance to finish. With a precision that should've been impossible for a temporarily blinded man, he pulled his arm back and punched her in the throat.
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Or: Three times Z-Team realizes just how much Robert fights like a feral creature.
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In which Henry slaps some ass, Hans has some revelations about his turn ons, and they shouldn't be doing either while running from bandits.
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“Hans,“ Henry repeated, demanding his attention. Hans whined. “Listen to me. You’re not thinking straight. You’re under the influence of some concoction. It’s making you–“ How was he supposed to put that tactfully? “– aroused.“
To his surprise Hans chuckled, though it was strained, “Yes, thank you for that … observation.“ It was almost impressive how he managed to still sound snobbish despite the words coming out breathless and slurred, “I was trying to–get your help with that, actually.“