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slaymesoftly: The WIP meme - you know the thing, post a taster of your current Work In Progress
Hasn't been sent to a beta yet, so...
Renee looked exhausted. "We're the good guys."
"Are we?" I asked. I was desperate for reassurance as I lifted my garbage bag. Unlike Satsu, I couldn't power-toss it to the dumpster.
I hated to join Maya in a 'slam the Slayers' session, especially when Renee looked like she was at the end of her rope. But part of me felt that Maya had taken my side, and I would be a coward if I didn't take hers.
"I..." The words stuck in my throat.
"Say it." Maya looked so intense for a moment that I wondered whether she could compel me. "Say what you think."
But I couldn't.
She rolled her eyes. "Dios. How are you a Slayer when you can't stand confrontation?" With her hands on her hips, she faced the others. "She wants to know whether we are terrorists."
"We're not terrorists!" Renee said and Satsu shouted.
Maya crossed her arms and looked skeptical. "And we're fighting the U.S. government because...?"
Satsu reddened. "We are not fighting the U.S. government. We are fighting Twilight."
"And the army tagged along."
Satsu sputtered. "It's not like that. It's... it's..."
At least I wasn't the only one who was tongue tied.
The misting rain had become a slow, miserable drizzle and our breath made pale white puffs in the air as Maya said in a calm, deliberate tone, "We have helicopters and military grade kevlar. Where did they come from?"
Renee frowned. It creased her brow above her nose before she rubbed her forehead and looked at the ground. Rainwater dripped from her curls and caused Gabby's to frizz. I noticed that Gabby's bandage was becoming wet as well and knew that I should try one more time to tell her to go inside.
Maya looked at us all with disbelief. "Don't any of you ask these questions? I do."
Renee said, "I'm sure..."
"Of what?" Maya asked. "If the military is chasing us and calling us terrorists, they aren't the ones selling us weapons. "
Gabby piped up. "Well, you know, the CIA--"
Maya snapped. "Not now, Gabby!" Her boots made a sucking sound in the mud as she circled us. "What's more plausible? The CIA or...."
Where do you buy military grade weapons? "The black market," I said with horrified realization. "Arms dealers."
Papou said that eventually things always came back to the money. So where had the money come from? And where did it go?
"We are not terrorists," Satsu said, her voice rising in pitch as she became more strident.
Renee said, "We're fighting zombies. Demons and zombies."
"That's right," Gabby said, grabbing onto this line of thought. "We fight."
Maya tossed her garbage bag filled with body parts into the dumpster. "And leave destruction and an angry populace behind us."
Satsu looked angry and unhappy. "Because of them. We aren't responsible."
I asked under my breath, "Who's them?"
A line a pink began to appear on the wet surgical gauze taped to Gabby's forehead as she became visibly agitated. "Them them! The... the things. Vampires. Zombies. Demons."
"The U.S. Army," Maya added. She was implacable.
Gabby glared at her. "It's not like we turned a key to an alternate universe and invited a demon hordes to come inside. We're the good guys."
Who can't go home because we're on the no-fly list.
Even if Gabby was right -- and she was -- I still had visions of Osama bin Laden's arms dealer dancing through my head...
slaymesoftly: The WIP meme - you know the thing, post a taster of your current Work In ProgressHasn't been sent to a beta yet, so...
Renee looked exhausted. "We're the good guys."
"Are we?" I asked. I was desperate for reassurance as I lifted my garbage bag. Unlike Satsu, I couldn't power-toss it to the dumpster.
I hated to join Maya in a 'slam the Slayers' session, especially when Renee looked like she was at the end of her rope. But part of me felt that Maya had taken my side, and I would be a coward if I didn't take hers.
"I..." The words stuck in my throat.
"Say it." Maya looked so intense for a moment that I wondered whether she could compel me. "Say what you think."
But I couldn't.
She rolled her eyes. "Dios. How are you a Slayer when you can't stand confrontation?" With her hands on her hips, she faced the others. "She wants to know whether we are terrorists."
"We're not terrorists!" Renee said and Satsu shouted.
Maya crossed her arms and looked skeptical. "And we're fighting the U.S. government because...?"
Satsu reddened. "We are not fighting the U.S. government. We are fighting Twilight."
"And the army tagged along."
Satsu sputtered. "It's not like that. It's... it's..."
At least I wasn't the only one who was tongue tied.
The misting rain had become a slow, miserable drizzle and our breath made pale white puffs in the air as Maya said in a calm, deliberate tone, "We have helicopters and military grade kevlar. Where did they come from?"
Renee frowned. It creased her brow above her nose before she rubbed her forehead and looked at the ground. Rainwater dripped from her curls and caused Gabby's to frizz. I noticed that Gabby's bandage was becoming wet as well and knew that I should try one more time to tell her to go inside.
Maya looked at us all with disbelief. "Don't any of you ask these questions? I do."
Renee said, "I'm sure..."
"Of what?" Maya asked. "If the military is chasing us and calling us terrorists, they aren't the ones selling us weapons. "
Gabby piped up. "Well, you know, the CIA--"
Maya snapped. "Not now, Gabby!" Her boots made a sucking sound in the mud as she circled us. "What's more plausible? The CIA or...."
Where do you buy military grade weapons? "The black market," I said with horrified realization. "Arms dealers."
Papou said that eventually things always came back to the money. So where had the money come from? And where did it go?
"We are not terrorists," Satsu said, her voice rising in pitch as she became more strident.
Renee said, "We're fighting zombies. Demons and zombies."
"That's right," Gabby said, grabbing onto this line of thought. "We fight."
Maya tossed her garbage bag filled with body parts into the dumpster. "And leave destruction and an angry populace behind us."
Satsu looked angry and unhappy. "Because of them. We aren't responsible."
I asked under my breath, "Who's them?"
A line a pink began to appear on the wet surgical gauze taped to Gabby's forehead as she became visibly agitated. "Them them! The... the things. Vampires. Zombies. Demons."
"The U.S. Army," Maya added. She was implacable.
Gabby glared at her. "It's not like we turned a key to an alternate universe and invited a demon hordes to come inside. We're the good guys."
Who can't go home because we're on the no-fly list.
Even if Gabby was right -- and she was -- I still had visions of Osama bin Laden's arms dealer dancing through my head...