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For Ruanchunxian, Agent Carter, Dottie or Peggy, blown cover at the Griffith
Miriam had snapped a neck or two when she’d been with the OSS in occupied France and Dottie had done a clean job of it. She and the flummoxed maid who had found the corpse under Dottie’s bed (and Miriam did approve of a woman who knew how to defend herself and her virtue) shoved the body into the dumb waiter and deposited him in the dumpster in the alley out back. Miriam wondered if she needed to amend the Griffith Hotel rules to specify no man, alive or dead, above the first floor.
For Notoriousreign, Narnia/Agent Carter, Susan Pevensie, they have a new roommate and she has such a tragic story
Someone else’s story
“You keep knocking on her door, Angie, and I’ll go around the back,” by which Peggy means down the hall, through a room, out the window, along the fourth floor ledge of the Griffith, and, hopefully, into Susan’s room – a manoeuvre necessary because Susan’s jerry-rigged the lock on her door so that even Peggy can’t breach it without something from Howard’s corrosive and explosive arsenal that she doesn't t want to explain to Mrs. Fry.
The combined assault is too much, and, finally Susan relents and lets them both in, grumbling, laughing, crying, and just looking as miserable as a woman could be on the second anniversary of when everybody in her whole family died.
Peggy pours the schnapps into three coffee cups and Angie cuts the rhubarb pie into thirds, and says, “It’s a tradition; we keep going until one of ‘em makes us sick.”