From the livejournal archives: more SMK drabble

(Amanda, sometime in Spring, 1985)

It's my third try.

In the past two years, I've been drugged. Almost laundered to death. Chloroformed. Shot at. Used as a revenge tool. Abducted. Gassed.

I'll be damned if my career becomes Amanda King: Professional Hostage.

So I'm going to pass this training course.

The times I've saved Scarecrow's life or survived a face-to-face with the KGB or gosh, once prevented the nuclear annhilation of Washgington, D.C.? Intuition. Panic. Luck.

I need more than luck (or a very protective partner) to survive.

I can't tell Lee this. He's misunderstand. He'd feel guilty.

It's my third try.

I will pass.

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