Lucky Seven Meme

Posted: April 10, 2012 in Uncategorized

A bonus post here: I have been tagged by Colin F. Barnes as you can see here, to participate in this actually quite fun post. Here’s the rules:

*Go to page 77 of your current MS/WIP

*Go to line 7

*Copy down the next 7 lines (sentences or paragraphs) and post them exactly as they’re written. No cheating.

*Tag 7 authors

*Let them know

Now this is the only WIP I can really qualify for this. It’s a very different project nobody’s going to be seeing this one for a while I expect, but this is part of the start of a big project I one day wish to unleash on to the world…

“You mean to stick our wings wherever there’s a window?” Eila asked with a small smile.

“Exactly that,” he nodded, looking at the others. “It would be wrong to panic out of turn, but when the entire Security Service is taken out of action so rapidly…” he exhaled loudly with closed eyes, “so easily – we cannot go around assuming everything is in hand. I may have to look at a little fieldwork myself at this rate.”

“So I’m to head over to SCSSHQ then?” Eila asked, already standing up.

“Yes,” he replied without pause. “Not a word to anyone for now apart from me about where you’re going for now. And I know this is a new one for you, but take a caller unit and patch back here if you see anything that can’t wait.” He reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a wide silver bracelet with a touch pad tuner on it, handing it over to her. She nodded and put it on immediately, making for the door but looking back on the way out. “This is bad, isn’t it?” she said to him, eyes sliding to the plume of smoke behind the door, some clicks away from here.

“This is bad, yes.” Chief Atraxin replied, looking at the smoke himself, and then reaching for his service clothing that had been hung up behind him for so many years now. “Remember what I said, let me know what’s happening down there as soon as you know.”

“I will, Father.” She never called him ‘Father’, always ‘Dad’ or ‘Chief’, depending upon whether they were in or out of work. On a day such as this, they may have been neither, but circumstances were less than clear. With that, she left his office and reattached her own pack, the Strassictus Twin. It was a light, dual-powered pack with two half-size grav engines for strong velocity regulation and decent manoeuvrability, and its curved convenient form suited her perfectly. She ran the length of the Flight Deck before taking off and was seen off by her father, who went to The Logistician and prepared to book a grav pack himself for the first time in several years.

Something was very wrong in Aerodomain.

I have chosen:

Ninfa Hayes

Erica Hayes

Joy Phillips

Caitlin McColl

Courtney Conant

Wendy’s Bookcase

Jon F.Merz

I shall be looking out!

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