fandomtownies | The Perk, Monday Evening

Ordering her favorite latte with a shot of irish creme, Laura commandeered one of the overstuffed leather chairs near the window as the sun began to set. The coffee went on the small, circular end table, and she made a footstool from a nearby wooden chair, as though it had been left nearby for just that purpose. She then closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

The letters from New Caprica were increasingly more disturbing: tales of midnight abductions by the "authorities", of Colonial suicide bombers interrupting police graduations, and collaborators running rampant. Opening her eyes to examine the most recent letter, laying unopened on her lap, she did not anticipate the news. Quite the opposite, really. But she had a commitment to keep, a promise to keep the Children of Kobol safe until they reached Earth. Despite everything, she had no intention in stopping now...especially since their current president seemed to have no intention of doing so.

When she finally did open the letter some ten minutes later, she immediately grabbed her notebook and began scribbling. There was information she would have to pass on to Galactica, and then from Galactica back to Tory. There was, at last, an end in sight.

[Open to feed your caffeine addiction needs.]