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Threadmarks: Chapter 10 - The One With the Heist Montage
With less than thirty-six hours on the clock, Wade Wilson went into mission-prep overdrive. There was no room for error, no time for hesitation. He was about to poke a stick at one of the angriest bears in the Seven Kingdoms. He needed a better stick.
His goal was a triathlon of criminal...
Threadmarks: Chapter 9 - The One With the Ticking Clock
The last person Wade Wilson wanted to see standing in his forge was Ser Jacelyn Bywater. The honest cop was back, his face as grim and unreadable as ever. Worse, he had Mathis with him. Wade’s timid manager looked like he was being personally escorted to his own execution.
“Mr. Wilson,” Bywater...
Threadmarks: Chapter 8 - The One With the Partnership Negotiations
Alayna’s words hung in the air, thick as the perfumed smoke from a nearby brazier. “Show me the man behind the mask.”
It was a power play. A demand for vulnerability. A test. Wade’s mind raced. Was this her own curiosity, or was it a command from one of his invisible employers? Littlefinger...
Threadmarks: Chapter 7 - The One With the Incompetent Doctor
Grand Maester Pycelle. The name was a snake pit. The man was old, lecherous, and a dyed-in-the-wool Lannister toady. He was the perfect suspect, the obvious culprit. Wade felt a surge of righteous, world-saving fury. This was it. This was the moment he became a hero.
He stormed back to the...
Threadmarks: Chapter 6 - The One With the Honeyed Words
Finding a specific servant in King’s Landing was like trying to find a single, specific needle in a continent-sized haystack made of other, pointier needles. The Red Keep employed hundreds of people, and Jon Arryn’s household in the Tower of the Hand had dozens more. Wade couldn’t exactly put an...
Threadmarks: Chapter 5 - The One With the Honest Cop
Wade Wilson felt something dangerously close to contentment. He was leaning against a workbench in his very own forge, the rhythmic CLANG of hammers on steel a surprisingly pleasant soundtrack. He was the proud owner of a legitimate, money-laundering, spy-hiding, bastard-protecting business.
He...
Threadmarks: Chapter 4 - The One With the Creative Report
Lying to Petyr Baelish felt like trying to sneak a sunrise past a rooster. The man’s entire career was built on knowing things other people thought were secret. Walking to their meeting, Wade felt a familiar, exhilarating hum of anxiety. It was the same feeling he got before jumping out of a...
Threadmarks: Chapter 3 - The One With the Bidding War
Wade sat in his room at The Gilded Flagon, a gold dragon on the table to his left and a small wooden bird to his right. An angel on one shoulder, a devil on the other. Except in this city, they were both devils. They just wore different outfits.
He could choose one. He could be Littlefinger’s...
Threadmarks: Chapter 2 - The One With a Hostile Takeover
Wade celebrated his victory with a meat pie that tasted suspiciously like pigeon and a mug of ale that could strip paint. He sat at a wobbly table in the corner of the grimiest tavern he could find, his ten silver stags feeling heavy and wonderful in his pouch.
{This is the life! Blood, guts...
Threadmarks: Chapter 1 - The One Where the Chimichangas are Terrible
The first thing Wade Wilson noticed was the smell. It was a dense, physical presence, a rancid cocktail of dirty people, stale beer, and something profoundly, anciently shitty. He’d been in some rank places, but this was a masterpiece of stench.
A Sistine Chapel of stink if you will.
He...
Chapter 6: Engines Gotta Combust, No?
Disclaimer:
I don't own the characters or the world appearing in this story. They are creations and property of J.K. Rowling. I'm not sure if I can claim any OCs as my own, so I'll play it safe and dedicate them to her as well.
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The silent...
Threadmarks: Chapter 5.5: Perspectives from the Stands
Chapter 5.5: Perspectives from the Stands
Disclaimer:
I don't own the characters or the world appearing in this story. They are creations and property of J.K. Rowling. I'm not sure if I can claim any OCs as my own, so I'll play it safe and dedicate them to her as well.
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The roar of...
Threadmarks: Chapter 9: An Act of God, Dressed in White and Red
The problem with becoming a self-made billionaire in under two months is that the paperwork is an absolute nightmare.
I stared at the mountain of documents spread across my dining table – incorporation papers, SEC filings, tax assessments, and enough legal jargon to choke a law library. The...
Threadmarks: Chapter 8: Sharks, Minnows and a Tiny Demon
The day LexCorp unveiled "Project Prometheus," my net worth didn't just climb; it achieved escape velocity and punched a hole clean through the stratosphere.
Klaus Richter had called me at three in the morning, Geneva time, his voice shaking with what I could only describe as religious ecstasy...