Unsuccessful

The book Archer was reading was his favorite book of poetry, and he was so absorbed in it that a long, graceful hand gently pulled it from his hand before he looked back.

It was a relief to finally get this story straight, and Nathan was relieved that he'd be away from Zeach for a while anyway, so Archer would help him explain it to the others and he wouldn't have to repeat it over and over again.

"Okay." Nathan put down his tennis bag, turned and went into the kitchen.

A white shirt with a striped tie tied neatly around the collar and a black jacket over it is a familiar outfit for Nathan, and when it gets colder, he adds a sweater underneath and a scarf around his neck.

If, and he means if, Undersecretary Dylan knew that he had volunteered his bare hands against two knife-wielding thugs, he felt sure that his face would be saved.

"No," feeling the temperature of the water in his hand seem to have dropped a bit, Nathan took a tentative sip, "Saul

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