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With the latest revelations into the United Brotherhood’s and New World Sparrows’ activities, the depths of their depravity should come as no surprise.
The Lockerbie bombing, it has been revealed, could have been prevented.
A tip-off was sent to multiple agencies warning of a potential strike against the doomed flight.
Worst of all, the tip-off was sent from CIA agent, Casey Sullivan, wife of noxxious band leader, Gerry Sullivan. It is unknown how Mrs. Sullivan was aware of the threat to the Pan Am flight, but her death was, until recently, also shrouded in mystery.
While Interpol’s Special Trafficking Unit has confirmed that Mrs. Sullivan was murdered, they have not said by whom. Leaked documents sent to the City Times uncovered a NATO-run military operation by the code name Jorgmundgander which both organizations used as their own personal armies and who targeted Mrs. Sullivan in a direct attack.
Sullivan, it appears, fell out with the leadership of Operation: Jorgmundgander over the terrorist attack and parted ways with them. The timing of her death, years after the bombing, remains a mystery.
Sullivan, who also went by the name ‘Galena Kuznetsov,’ has a muddied past with ties to both the United Brotherhood and Jorgmundgander. She is the mother of Star Sullivan, who, the City Times can reveal, is a key source of intel for Interpol’s STU.
Our journalists are working around the clock to investigate the leak which consists of tens of thousands of documents.
ACUIG CORP. DOMINATES SPORTS LEAGUES
With the New York Saturns having taken home the CONCACAF Champions League Cup and the New York Stars heading for this year’s Stanley Cup Final, is there anything the real estate mogul can’t do?
Which major sporting league is next for Acuig?
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SEVEN YEARS LATER
“You look gorgeous,” Camille declared, sniffling as she finished touching up Kat’s makeup.
“You do,” Aoife agreed as she stopped doing this twisting thing with her hair that put it in a better braid than I’d ever been able to achieve.
I didn’t want to stare in the mirror.
If I did, I’d see my little girl.
All.
Grown.
Up.
When the fuck had that happened?
How had seven years spun by like the blink of a goddamn eye?
How was this her debutante ball? How was it that I’d had to teach her to dance the cotillion?
I scratched my jaw from the sidelines, watching as her aunts got her ready for the big event while Star and I sat together, seeing our little girl become a woman before our very eyes.
“I knew Camille would get the makeup right.”
Star had to referee over which of her sisters-in-law would ‘do’ Kat’s face for the big day. She’d offered to get a professional in, but that had caused more of an argument.
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know how she’d picked the winner. As each of my brothers’ wives aside from Savannah had given birth to boys, I figured they’d clashed over this moment because Third, our nickname for baby Aidan, wasn’t going to be ready for this occasion for another thirteen years.
“I’m not looking,” I grumbled. “If I don’t look then she’s still ten.”
Star snorted as she pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Think about your ma having to care for all the grandkids tonight. That should make you laugh.”
