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the lieutenant’s lair

Previously… (1) Imogen

Five pairs of eyes shifted en masse from a map-tacked table, as Imogen pushed Leo forward with the pistol.

“Men’s choir practice?” Imogen said, lips quirking as she looked each over with a dismissive eye. “Quite the crepuscular lair, though.”

Anything but ordinary, the tallest man, with sharp osprey eyes and a wild crest of copper dreads, arched an eyebrow at Leo.

“Bringing the wife to play?” he said.

Leo grinned and mimed playing a violin.

“I doubt you’d enjoy my form of play, Lieutenant Ford,” Imogen said, shoving Leo to his knees. “Now, hand over that map.”

(Written for The Prediction. Challenge words: ordinary, crepuscular, violin)

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