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Zero was, as had become her wont, camped out in front of a screen, lit by its pale glow. She was probably starting to look like she hadn't seen the sun in years, but the movie was really coming together.

Date: 2007-03-01 05:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
"Yeah. Maybe he was being the Anti-Bel, but he was still happy, it sounds like. People would like to see that." Parker finished off her drink, shaking her head. "The thing this weekend, if it goes right-- I'll be back on Saturday." She tapped her fingers on the console. "Not that you told me how to do anything, but thanks for not showing me stuff."

Date: 2007-03-01 05:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
"Hillman, Connecticutt," Parker said after a long moment of consideration. "And it's fifty-fifty on whether it would be bail or the cavalry. Hillman Marine. Big warehouse. Guards. It should be okay. But, well..." She shrugged. "I've been wrong before." After another long moment, she rolled her eyes. "And Jarod would know of a back way in. Just please, please, don't tell him unless you absolutely can't find us anywhere else."

Date: 2007-03-01 06:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
"Always." Parker smiled, and plinked Zero's ponytail as she got up. "I'll call and take you out to brunch as soon as we're back."

Date: 2007-03-01 06:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com
"Shooing. I look forward to the advance screening!" Parker said as she closed the door behind her.

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