urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:boosted_gold boosted_gold tj_mccarron@yahoo.com boosted_gold 2012-01-25T03:28:12Z urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:boosted_gold:1172 2012-01-25T03:28:12Z 2012-01-25T03:28:12Z "Oh Dinaaaah..." Riley whispers into his fiance's ear, having crept into her room with breakfast in bed prepared on a tray. Sure, the toast is a little burnt, and there's some orange juice spilled on the muffin, but it's the thought that counts, right? urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:boosted_gold:883 2012-01-22T16:19:21Z 2012-01-22T16:19:21Z Riley hovered over the building at the street corner he'd been told to meet the informant at. He figured it was even odds that this was a trap, or one of Rip's training exercises, or both. He kept his forcefield up, waiting for whoever called him out to reveal themselves.