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Open Requests
Litter
Uncanny
Fan
Cinema
Relic

Drabble information can be found here.

Pancakes
Swords
Concrete

million dollar
tobermory
(kavelan)

I would like to withdraw Kavelan (too many whiskey references) and replace it with:

Bulgaria

I really wanted to start with Pancakes, but Concrete is the one that came to me first.

Concrete
"WHERE ARE THEY?" Blair growls as he slams the man against the wall.

He preferred not getting rough, but he was running out of time. He knew if he didn't find the missing men today, they were as good as dead.

"WHERE ARE MY SOLDIERS?"

The man says nothing and simply spits in Blair's face.

In one smooth motion, Blair spins around and throws the man through the window. A few seconds later he lands with a sickening thud on the concrete below.

"Fucking useless," Blair says as he walks out of the room, ignoring the terrified screams below.

Tobermory
The solitude of the quiet bar frequently was broken up by the sounds of laughter.

In the corner, two men swapped stories in between drinks. Although they had only met a couple weeks prior, Blair and James shared an immediate bond over their mutual love of whisky.

So it was, on the eve of a new assignment, the two proceeded to drink, getting drunker, louder and brasher as the night went on. They savored every sip of their shared bottle of Tobermory -- the sole single malt in the small bar -- because, come tomorrow, they knew they might never drink scotch again.

Pancakes
Blair woke with a start, sweaty and disoriented.

"Fucking nightmares," he says to himself.

They're not as frequent as they used to be, but they still get to him. Unable to sleep, Blair groggily climbs out of bed, gets dressed and heads out of his hotel room to the 24-hour diner across the street.

"What'll it be hon?" asks the waitress once Blair is seated and has a menu.

"I'll try the 'Manhole-cover' pancakes and some coffee,” he pauses. “Lots of coffee."

"Having one of those nights?" she asks.

"For the past three years," Blair responds with a tired smile.

Million Dollar
“Please step away from the computer Ms. Saffron," Blair says.

"You're slow Blair," she says, turning around, holding up a flash drive.

"I was just letting you do the work for me," he says to the pretty Illuminati agent. "Now it's time to hand it over."

The two stare each other down, neither one making a move. Eventually Rye blinks.

POP! POP! POP!

Blair squeezes the trigger three times. The flash drive shatters and the laptop behind her goes up in smoke.

"Shit Blair!”

“So, now that we’re free. How about dinner?” He asks flashing a million-dollar smile. “My treat.”

Swords
Exhausted from his most recent assignment, Blair slowly climbs the steps to Temple hall, offering a nod to the guards as he passes. He makes his way past Sonnac’s empty office and pauses, quickly composing himself before opening the doors to the Crucible.

He is greeted by the familiar sounds of his fellow Swords enjoying their new hangout, chatting, drinking at the bar, practicing on the chained demons and just generally having a good time.

Blair takes a deep breath, smiles and walks in, the doors closing gently behind him. He is tired, but he is happy. He is home.

You need more words too!

Litter
E-bay
The Wizard of Oz

eBay
Blair stares at the screen, a scowl developing on his face.

"Fucking amateurs," he says, exasperated.

He pulls out his phone, punches in a number and waits.

"Yeah, it's on there. Can you get me the address? Thanks."

He listens intently for a few minutes then hangs up.

Sighing, Blair climbs to his feet and starts packing -- clothes, passport and papers. He opens a hidden compartment and packs a special box, then, pausing, his rifle.

Anyone stupid enough to put a stolen artifact of that power on eBay is bound to be dumb enough to try to use it.