my name is ailidh hutchinson-- y'all can call me hutch -- and by some sick twist of fate i've landed myself as the major of this fine company-- don't worry, i don't bite.
Theodore Hutchinson was the son of a wily Cajun woman, and a proper English man. Theodore grew up, the youngest brother of 3 and the only one who survived. The Hutchinson boys all had the fiery Cajun side deep embedded in their souls. They were swindlers, and hoodlums and all various sorts of naughty things. They were musical, and they loved women more than they valued their own hides.
February 18, 1945
Ailidh Hutchinson, Major and First in Command
US Army Base, Paris, France
To Colonel Sink
Letter recommending the promotion of Corporal Hawthorne to the rank of Sergeant in the 2nd Regiment, 101st Airborne Paratroopers in result of her bravery shown in face of recent events.
She will rise to the challenge without a doubt, and it is my belief that the company will benefit from this.
Regards,
MAJ A. Hutchinson
Why’s this gotta happen? Why we gotta dredge up all this stuff ‘gain? Ah don’… Ah don’ wanna do this…
what to wear when…one is a mermaid who slurps sea foam and has a halo of minnows darting around her floating tendrils of hair. in between exfoliating with coral stalks and licking pirate coins to taste the tangy metal, she mercifully hurtles sailors into the pressurized depths instead of elaborately punishing them for their privilege of mortality in creative and disturbing ways, like her little sister does.
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what to wear when…one is a sadistic sister sea creature who plays with her food before she eats it. the image of her vulpine grin (saltwater spilling from red-bitten lips and a flash of sharp teeth) pulses behind the eyelids of thrashing sailors as their panicked brains fade cold. their desperate screams and gurgles are her favorite lullaby and she refines the melody each time.
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Hi, my name is Robert Duncan, but you can call me Rob. Those are my shoes, this is my life. Its filled with spies, car chases, computer-stealing ninjas and me saving the day…You see, everything changed when I got an e-mail from my old college buddy, Bryce Larkin. You see, Bryce had been working for the CIA when he stole a whole bunch of government secrets. Big, important secrets. Really scary, nasty, you-get-killed-for-having-them secrets. Next thing I know, these super secrets are downloaded into my brain. Which means every moment of my life is in danger.
