Bad Company

by dossier

Notes & Warnings

He's waiting for nothing, not even his ship to come in. He's exercising his right of free speech in the morning air, a free man, six feet above the shallow earth in a clean shirt, silent in summer on a rented porch.

There had been no grand jury, no formal, civil proceedings to investigate the imbroglio that had claimed Margaret and Vic.

Now that they were dead, he felt comfortable calling them by their first names, though in life they had barely registered his existence. Despite the fact that as her secretary he had made things happen, and after her death he carried a certain amount of culpability.

But, the Company had declared him clean, no slimy trails left by her dying fingers tracked onto his record. The imprints she left were inside him, the residue of her substantial talents there because he had watched and learned from the master of perfidy.

Jake looked out over the railing of the beach house, the clear Bahamian water reflecting the sapphire skies, the trade winds ruffling his long hair out of place. He tipped his head back, and let the sun warm his face.

Tomorrow, Agent Jacob Donner would be ready to return to the States and take up the game, but for today he was content to soak in the sun, alive and free.

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Fandom: Bad Company

Category/Rated: Gen, G

Year/Length: 2003/~225 words

Spoilers: the movie

Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit, only having fun.

Summary: Margaret's secretary knows who got the money

Author's Notes: written for the nick_zone 15 minute challenge.

Beta: [F7]

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