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Equivocation

Scanning the street below, Dawn picked up her radio. "No sign of the target."

"All clear from here too." Spike responded with amusement in his voice.

Dawn watched a couple of suits enter the pub. "What's tickled you?"

"Been playing fantasy band with Andrew. We're a punk outfit calling ourselves Puppets in Meatspace." He could almost hear Dawn rolling her eyes. "We had a meteoric rise to fame, followed by a falling out, where I leave to play blues and Andrew goes the Robbie Williams route."

"We have contact. Andrew will have to contemplate doing Robbie once we're through here."

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open_on_sundaychallenge #183: puppets/muppets
Part of the London!verse
Tags: andrew wells, dawn summers, fan fiction, fiction, london, spike
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