tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post841268400214457103..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Wednesday July 18th, 2012Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-86785168713657074362012-07-20T22:05:04.016-07:002012-07-20T22:05:04.016-07:00Cathryn - every now and again I get the urge to wr...Cathryn - every now and again I get the urge to write steampunk, but nothing has really come of it yet. Perhaps soon...<br /><br />Great scene, it really conveys their personalities.<br /><br />Morrigan - damn that George! I trusted him, I paid him off, and then he threw it all aw...<br /><br />Er, nothing. Never mind. Carry on, nothing to see here.Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-24586206250613782392012-07-19T11:44:23.958-07:002012-07-19T11:44:23.958-07:00The orders were delivered via electronic means; th...The orders were delivered via electronic means; the plans for the new system would be sold on the black market to various medical facilities throughout the Middle East. By this time tomorrow Marc would be half way around the world sipping fruiting drinks while lying on the beach dreaming of ways to spend his newly acquired money. <br /><br />After months of coercion his coworker, George, had finally submitted to partaking in the scam and since then he’d been working endless hours to complete the project on time. The last of the diagnostics were now complete.<br /> <br />With a smile Marc greased the palm of his loyal confidant, more out of habit then necessity. Closing his fingers around the stack of bills George looked into the eyes of his oppressor and nodded as he handed the disk containing the program over to Marc with his free hand. The exchange occurred in complete silence. Marc turned, headed toward the elevator and depressed the button. <br /><br />When the doors opened and Marc stepped inside, George stood and walked to his office window. The FBI waited silently below. Marc had been right, the bribes were no longer necessary. The exchange was merely the last piece of evidence George had needed to seal his fate.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17749129580923663555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-77861545610785232422012-07-19T11:00:50.879-07:002012-07-19T11:00:50.879-07:00@Marc – What it has to stop by the fridge first? P...@Marc – What it has to stop by the fridge first? Poor Cucumber all it want’s to do is go straight from garden to your bellies. :}<br /><br />I like your opening – there’s a good fantasy novel set up in that one... Or maybe change it up to be steampunk? *giggles* I wonder what the disguises were...<br /><br /><br /><b>Protecting</b><br /><br />“How do you protect a woman,” Manuel leaned towards Hasón, “who doesn’t want protection? Or worse,” he eyes glanced to where Sarah was talking with the other men, “don’t need it.”<br /><br />Hasón smiled. “The first rule is to make sure your protection is not obvious. Do not let your hand stray to your sword at the slightest hint of trouble.”<br /><br />Manuel hastily moved both hands to the table top. <br /><br />“Secondly,” Has243n’s gaze crossed where Sarah was before returning to Manuel, “If she can protect herself, let her an only when she needs help, set up and do so.”<br /><br />“And how do you know when she needs help?” Manuel looked at Hasón intently.<br /><br />“Well,” he chuckled, “Sarah generally calls for me, but you may have to learn Lynn’s ways to figure out when she won’t blow up if you step in.” Hasón leaned forward. “And remember do not take over like a commander, but join as a second. Women are smarter than you give them credit for.”<br /><br />Hasón stood and moved to where Sarah was, draping an arm gently about her shoulder. She smiled at him, and gave his hand on her shoulder a squeeze as one of the men about her quickly moved away, face flushing in embarasment.<br /><br /><br /><i>*giggles* So I took another form of Protect fro my title. *grins* Still I have fun with the chemistry between these three. I’d call Lynn a fourth, but I need to do a bit more personality development and find out if she actually is still interested in Manuel.</i> :}Cathryn Leighhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14816869021658935999noreply@blogger.com