Saturday, June 7, 2014
#8Sunday - Fall From Grace - Episode 12: Cyanide and RPG's
Happy Weekend, My Lovelies.
It's been a while since I posted anything for WeWriWa (or really, posted anything at all), and it's been two years since I posted anything about this story. I'm currently rewriting it, and it's been pretty all consuming these last few weeks.
To recap, and get you up to speed, the Captain has just watched the helicopter carrying her friends get blown out of the sky and she is pretty sure that the Commander has something to do with it... It could be because of the smell of cordite lingering around him, or maybe the RPG he had stashed in his office -- who really knows? She certainly thinks she does.
"Captain," he stopped in his tracks, choking on the smoke. "I'm a little surprised to see you back."
"Surprised to see me alive would be more accurate," she forced a chuckle. She could not remember being so angry; her hands shook and her eyes teared with the rage she fought to contain.
"You look like you're going to pop a blood vessel, Captain. Let's say we step into my office and have a drink. I have a fine scotch in my desk and we can talk more privately."
"I'm going to have to decline without thanks, Commander," she offered him a tight smile. "I don't drink with the enemy, you see, and I'm allergic to cyanide."
Something tells me that the Commander is for a world of hurt. What do you think?
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