The man behind the desk sweated,he never sweated before but he never had three of his best FBI agents missing,first it was one of their top agents that was missing then the woman that went after him,then their top black op helicopter pilot,all gone within three days ,yea he never sweated before,but Tom Brady never had this much responsibility either,he was fifty two and head of the FBI,he had seen everything or thought he had seen everything up until now ,yea he never sweated before,but he never got headaches either.
' Inform me if anyone calls,I'm closing my eyes for a few seconds,my wife didn't let me sleep last night,'he told his secretary as she closed the door behind her,smiling. As she closed the door he took a deep breath, secret agents who needs them ? he put his head on his desk and closed his eyes,'Tired,' he told himself,'So damn tired.'to be continued .
The ancient kings of Whitehawk were all too aware of the temptation of magic. They could feel its threat, a presence in their courts, a serpent slithering at their feet, even entering into their beds.
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The ancient kings of Whitehawk were all too aware of the temptation of magic. They could feel its threat, a presence in their courts, a serpent slithering at their feet, even entering into their beds.
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