Emails from Domino

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To: [colossal, interfering, chauvinist ass]
From: [so not a damsel in distress]
Subject: I hate you

I hate you. And GW. And Alexey. I'd hate Doug, too, but he's young and cute and Angie might possibly teach him how not to be so male.

I'm sure GW's told you he's putting me on a plane on Wednesday. I'm still debating whether or not to give you the slip at JFK.

Dom

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To: [Nosey the Hacker]
From: [Pissy the Merc]
Subject: that is not...

...how you repay a favor, Douglas dear. You just had to go and tell the old man, didn't you? I was fine. Drunk off my ass, yes, but I was handling the situation perfectly well on my own. Didn't strike you that I might have had a plan of my own? Cute soldiers don't make particularly good 'minders' for someone like me. I was just having a little fun before I left. I did not need rescuing like some kind of damsel in distress.

I'm very cross with you. And hey, I'll get a chance to tell you that in person, because GW is shipping me over there this week so that Nate can kick my ass. Yeah, this is shaping up to be a great second half of July.

Domino

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To: Pete
From: Dom
Subject: I'd like to remind you...

...that I did not kick your ass about getting shot, in the end. So I expect the same courtesy about my little Mongolian adventure, okay? Since I'm sure Nate's probably filled you in on the details by now, the bastard. Not to mention that I now owe Vasily's insufferable brother. As if I couldn't have walked out of that safehouse anytime I wanted.

Anyway. I'm booked on a Wednesday flight for New York. GW insisted - apparently he doesn't think he can read me the riot act as well as Nate can. So if I'm going to have to listen to the old man speechifying at me, I sure as hell don't need to hear it from you, too.

Dom

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To: [little sis]
From: [big sis]
Subject: Angelo's b-day

Looks like I may make it after all. Apparently I'm coming to Westchester to see Nate whether I want to or not - GW has informed me that he's bought the ticket and will accompany me to the airport to make sure I get on the plane. He's a bully.

Suppose I should probably confess before the bigger bully goes and tells you his version of the story. Your charm did save my ass but it - my ass, not the charm - had already gotten sort of kicked. I sort of didn't pay as much attention to what it was trying to tell me the first time it did the little tingly-burny thing. But hey, live and learn. Next time it did it I paid attention, and here I am... sitting in bed in Berlin, with Mina alternatively fussing over me and raving at me. Oh joy.

Dom