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VB: An Eye For...Years ago.VB: An Eye For...
It was another slow night.
Ever since he was thrown into this assignment he had known that things would be a bit less than glamorous, but that was okay by him. He could be sure of himself now, sure that he was doing something good for once, and sure he was doing the right thing. It had certainly beaten the tense moments and lingering feelings that things were more than met the eye.
Ever since he had been put on Operation: Rusty’s Blanket things had slowed down. For once, he didn’t really mind. It was supposed to be a garbage assignment and probably assigned by someone who hated
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VB: The Walking EyeHank would remember the day started out like so many others, after all. Birds chirping, bees buzzing, the sun high and shining and warming up the beautiful late summer day like it did so many others and that most of all it was-VB: The Walking Eye
-“BORING!” he yelled out loud in such an incredulous tone. Only his brother Dean was around to hear him, and per usual like so many days-as Hank remembered-he looked up from his well-read Jr. Boy Detective book (Jr. Boy Detective and the Case of the Mysterious Teacher’s Lounge), rolled his eyes, and sighed before burying his nose in the tome again.
Hank just stared back to his b
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VB: Dean's Day“Broooooock!”VB: Dean's Day
“Eh?” Brock turned around and looked over the couch. Dean was standing there, hands on hips, his face scrunched up into one of clear annoyance. “What do you want, Dean?”
“Well….” Dean looked nervous for a second, hunching over slightly as his natural timidity took over for a moment. He then had another look of determination and quickly stood back up. “Well, I’d like to spend some time. With…with you!”
“What?” Samson merely raised an eyebrow.
“Sure! You’re always helping POP with whatever.”
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VB: Flashbacks“Samson? SAMSON!”VB: Flashbacks
“Ah-eh?”
Brock Samson, secret agent, OSI, all-around terror to anyone fated enough to have to face off against him, shot up to attention, mere seconds before face in palm, elbow against the table, more bored than anything else and trying to think of something exciting to keep from falling asleep. It had been slow lately. He didn’t like slow.
Thankfully, Hunter calling to him meant something was up.
“Get your gear ready. Couple days, we’re going to Reykjavik.”
“What for?”
“Peace summit between
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