Re: Ctrl+V
"Uh, Nate, man, we have ta pull the plug on this one." Hardison rolled away from his computer, hands raised as if he didn't want to touch his keyboard anymore, like it was a hot plate or a bucket filled with poison.
"Why, what's wrong?"
"Because, man, I just found what Malcolm is hiding. And we ain't gonna get him that."
Nathan strolled over, whiskey-glass in hand, already coiled tight and full of anticipation as he always was when they started a good con. "What is it? Why can't we get it to him?"
They'd been researching, finding more and more dirty money and dirty secrets on Malcolm Miles Winham the Fifth, now simply called Malcolm Winston after he'd sold himself to the Feds and got into witness protection two years ago. From where he continued to embezzle, betray, steal and rob from the people that had nothing, just so he could found his life and his desires, whatever they were.
It had taken them the whole fifteen days until now to come up with even a hint of where his stolen money went, Hardison with his magic fingers and a keyboard, Parker with magic hands and swift wrists and Eliot with ...well, with the patience of a saint, considering he'd had to wade through his garbage every day since day three. The saint-analogy was very loosely used, since he'd botched and growled and snarled at them every second. Naturally, it had been the cause of a lot of jokes and teases, and even Nate hadn't been able to hide his smile now and then. If he didn't know better, he'd have believed that Parker was just playing the innocent, unaware little girl, covering a truly dry wit with her big eyes and gullible smile. Sometimes, he wasn't too sure about what he knew anymore, so he wouldn't put his bets out one way or the other.
Re: Rogues...and Soldiers...and Assassins...and...Gallery (Dark Champions Art)