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I'm just a soul (whose intentions are good)
Explosions, broken toes, and blood transfusions, or, the long and mostly-incompetent courtship of Cougar by Jensen.
Next of kin (we're all born renegades)
The first time Jensen meets Max, he's cuffed to a chair with a dislocated jaw. Things don't improve significantly from this point onwards.
The dashboard melted (but we still had the radio)
In 2009, Jensen got a new team, fell stupid in love, and learned about sharks, the great organizing principle of the universe and crushing chest injuries. Not necessarily in that order.
Pants, swagger, and other things to bring to a gunfight
Five people who've seen Jensen naked. To be fair, it's mostly not his fault.
día de los muertos (or, fifteen things the losers gave to the dead)
It's the one holiday they actually mark with any kind of consistency
inside there's an army waiting (for their marching orders from you)
That's not a life lesson, it's a Springsteen song
I'm great. It's great under here. Visit scenic Pile of Detonation Rubble, population you and me.
By daybreak we'll be gone
Once you go into the woods, you don’t come back out again; or, how Franklin Clay got himself a pack.