#SUB FOLDER: verse six. arc tba

[unitleada]

So that's why you stopped coming home. The words rung in her ears long after she'd slammed her phone onto the table and sat down, head in her hands. 'Does Moira know Kate? No, it's alright. I'll tell her. One of us is just a wee bit more trustworthy when it comes to these things.' She should've seen it coming. She should've prepared for it. Stupidly idiotic not to have. Who'd been the one to break the news she wondered. Because apparently, they'd seen fit to put their own spin on it. There were a half a dozen names she could think of who would have loved to cause this, each a more crass, gossip mongering little... The knock at the door jolted her to her senses, hurriedly dropping her hands away. The door opened. Her heart sank as she saw him standing there. She had to tell him. No way around it. Hullo darling. I know you prefer the quiet life but I've caused a bit of a mess... nasty rumours and the like. ❝ She knows. ❞ Kate swallowed thickly, realising she'd said too much and not enough in the same breath. A small, bitter smile, gesturing for him to sit. God please do sit down. ❝ Sorry, I'm not making any sense. ... it's. it's Siobhan. She knows. About us. Well, not exactly. There's more... ❞

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[unitleada]

 Barely off the plane from Geneva, and she'd already been informed there was a crisis. She stared at the screen in front of her now, reading glasses perched on her nose to give herself a better look, still struggling to make heads or tails of it. Her head turned, just a fraction in Vikram's direction, brow furrowing slightly. ❝ Bring me up to speed Colonel. What am I looking at? ❞ 

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[unitleada]

Ah, Mondays. Unequivocally loathed them. Well, actually. No. Not this particular Monday morning. She cleared her throat for the umpteenth time, catching herself from tucking her hair behind her ears because really, she was the commander-in-chief of the largest covert alien investigation taskforce on the surface of the planet. For gods sake! She certainly did not want one more ridiculous rumour trailing her every footstep. From Josh Carter's mouth to UNIT's ear. ——If only actual useful intelligence would circulate around HQ in the same manner. The organisation would never have another communications problem again! Back to Mondays then. Yes. Her opinion on Monday's had softened. Whether it had to do with the two small patterned cups in the kitchen sink this morning, or the fact that both sides of her bed appeared to have been slept in or even the fact that only one of their cars was parked in the lot this morning.... whether any of that had something to do with it? Was frankly, no one's business.

Kate cleared her throat one more time, settling back against the wall beside Edward, waiting for the supervising trainer to appear, the newest batch of trainees no doubt staggering in behind them, single file. No direct interference today. No, today was purely for observation purposes. She glanced to her left, lips curling into a smile at the sight of him.  ❝ I always think we've accounted for every safe house and then like clockwork, another one simply, appears. Right out of thin air. This one's been in UNIT possession since the mid 90's. Fallen right off every known catalogue. ❞ 

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