Tag: Magnolia Hammond

Chapter 03

November 20th There was a knock at the door. Curt turned to look – no one came to bother him in his room – especially not on his day off. He didn’t have to go to Magnolia’s masochistic early-morning training; no missions, nothing to do, except drop in on Stef and argue for two hours about Star Trek. Even with… Read more →

Chapter 01

November 20th There was a hand on her face. Magnolia felt herself waking, ready to attack whoever had managed to catch her off-guard and- The hand was familiar. Fingers she would have known, even with total amnesia. Knuckles that had bruised her countless times, dragging her further and further towards fighting fit and able to uphold the tenants of her… Read more →

58 – The Love Story

Taylor had- Magnolia whirled around, the walls of her bedroom seeming to swim, to become nothing but an indiscernible pink swirl. Nothing made sense. Everything made sense. Taylor had tried to kill Mimosa. Taylor had tried to execute a mistake, and now Ryan- She stopped spinning, slammed her hands against the wall, and crashed onto her bed, unable to breathe.… Read more →

51 – Winding Down

November 19th Magnolia felt the air whupf out of her lungs as she hit the floor for the third time, a foot on her stomach, and a fist inches from her face. ‘You’re slow today,’ Taylor chided, opening his fist, grabbing the front of her dress and hauling her to her feet. ‘Sorry sir,’ she said, requiring her hair back… Read more →

50 – Training

November 19th When the red digital letters on her bedside clock informed her that it was four AM, she rose, closed her workbook, and slipped into the bathroom. She stripped off her clothes and stepped into the shower, the water warm immediately. She pulled her hair from the loose bun she’d tied, and the warm water soak her, drowning out… Read more →

45 – Tank Time

November 17th Magnolia watched as the girl was unceremoniously thrown into the tank, her small body splashing water out of the tank, and over the nearly naked Agent Grigori. The blond agent stood there, completely comfortable in what amounted to a very short pair of swimming trunks and a small towel over his broad shoulders. He leaned against the tank… Read more →