sitzt in der Wartehalle für sein Flugzeug Geschichte .1
Bevor marco etwas sagen konnte war ein aufruf in den lautsprechern: alle passagiere fliegen nach los angeles gehen sie bitte zu gate fünf für die verpflegung, flug 472 nach los angeles jetzt internat.
Last Light for Los Angeles | Chapter 1: Hollywood's Last Act, Part One
angeles nowadays, station six, the hollywood los angeles police department police station looked more like a fortress than a police station.
Act XXVI
Act xxvi: hazardous materials i don't know why i chose to drive to san francisco by way of los angeles. i suppose it was one of those spur of the moment decisions. but, being a tanner means you can drive where ever you like.
Codename Songbird
My real name never mattered anyway, but to beowulf--the western republic's greatest and most trusted spymaster back in los angeles--i went by only a single moniker: songbird.
Long Way to Jakarta
I steadied them paws, and continued my flight onwards to los angeles. i never left the aircraft while it was at lax. i wanted to leave a.s.a.p., wanting no part in los angeles.
Backstories: Boss Guillermo
Anyways, he moved into a one-room apartment in los angeles, and started from there. i honestly have to admire the brilliance of his plan.
Marquis de Carabas
**iv** it was drizzling in a light mist by the time i reached downtown, and the sun was struggling to stay above the nearly-solid los angeles skyline.
The Lucky Ones: A Prologue
He was just leaving los angeles and heading into burbank. he grabbed his glasses from under a pile of papers, cleaning them with the cloth of his shirt before putting them on.
Lost in Los Angeles- Chapter 4
When I woke, the first thing I saw was a big burly Labrador standing over me, growling with his teeth bared. I blinked a few times, trying to clear the fogginess in my head. The black-furred Lab snarled angrily. "Who the hell are you and what are you...
Lost in Los Angeles- Chapter 1
#1 of lost in la lost in los angeles- chapter 1 tortured, disjointed images blazed through my mind. an army of the undead, rotten flesh covering their emaciated frames and a perverse odor pervading the air around them.
The Move, Part 1: A Couple More Hours
Only 7 hours earlier, we were sitting outside of our terminal in los angeles, with out feet tapping and tails wagging out of excitement.
Love is Hell: Prologue
The alien outbreak in the waltham office complex here in miami was preceded by the same electromagnetic disturbance we saw in los angeles, chicago, and washington d.c.