Felix Marlow

Somewhere between surviving and living.

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[Felix Marlow @TeamVireon]

@CatesInnocence @BlackFileChaser This is my house.
I'd fixed the leaky faucet.
That had to count for something.}

[Felix Marlow @TeamVireon]

{Just as I’m relaxed again another vehicle rolled up.
Not a police cruiser.
Cleaning company.
"...You've gotta be kidding me."
I sank lower into the bushes as two people climbed out with vacuums, buckets, and enough cleaning supplies to sterilize a hospital.
Okay…
Not ideal.
~

[Felix Marlow @TeamVireon]

@CatesInnocence @BlackFileChaser ...Well.
That complicated things.
{One person I could maybe scare off.
Two people?
Less ideal.
I squinted through the leaves.
Neither of them looked like cleaners.
Neither of them looked like homeowners either.
They looked...
Official.
~

[Felix Marlow @TeamVireon]

and leave us alone.
Then I'd head back inside and explain—politely, if possible—that she'd accidentally moved into my house.
And if she turned out to be a cop...
Well...
Squatter's rights, dude.}

[Felix Marlow @TeamVireon]

and kicked an old metal bucket lying beside the hedge.
CLANG.
Loud enough to echo through the yard.
I stayed perfectly still afterward.
Just a shadow at the fence.
Maybe she'd think the place was haunted.
All I needed was for the cleaning crew to finish, drive away,
~

[Aleksandar Kovač @SasaTheFixer]

Dammit!

[Felix Marlow @TeamVireon]

locked the garage door behind me, and tried convincing myself I'd just had a mild heart attack over absolutely nothing.
Hopefully that was the last I'd see of her.
I'd gotten pretty attached to sleeping indoors.}

[Felix Marlow @TeamVireon]

{I was completely zoned out on some Turkish version of Law & Order when I heard footsteps outside.
I muted the TV.
Silence.
...Nope.
Definitely a person.
I peeked through the corner of the curtain. A woman, late twenties, maybe.
Walking the yard like she was measuring it.
~

[Felix Marlow @TeamVireon]

I'd been living here for over six months without anyone bothering me.
I'd fixed the dripping kitchen tap.
Replaced two blown light bulbs.
Hell, I was probably taking better care of the place than whoever actually owned it.
I slipped back inside,
~

[Felix Marlow @TeamVireon]

@NoctivagantWolf @vireoncooke Your call, boss. But if it were up to me?

I’d tag Erik for containment. Or… escalation.

[Felix Marlow @TeamVireon]

@NoctivagantWolf @vireoncooke That’s not just code hiccuping. That’s memory bleed.
He remembers the door.

If the girls run into him in this state, we’re risking unfiltered exposure—

Which, yes, could be useful…
Or it could tear the pacing off the rails.