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Hey, gonna try something different this week. Our story, (me and Tom‘s), is moving right along and we’re getting up there in terms of ‘chapters’. The hardest thing about writing a Serial Six is providing a new Reader (or a regular Reader who might want to refresh their memory) an opportunity to read the whole thing. So, here is a link to ‘…of Heroes and the MisUnderstood‘.

Prompt word:

ACE

“Hey, Rue, did Lou provide a backup safe house or are we gonna have to rely on your little buddy, Moonchild, to find us a place to regroup and maybe deprogram our little cult grrl?”

I actually didn’t mind sitting on the floor in the back of a cheap cargo van riding through the streets of Soho in the rain; from the look I was getting, our little hostage/prisoner/hit-girl did. At the moment she was doing her best Lisbeth Salanda, glaring at me while repeating, “Futu-ți măt” which I’m betting is ‘fuck you’ in Romanian or one of those slavic languages that decided, early on, having a bunch of extra accent marks was way more badass than vowels.

I saw Rue turn towards me, ready to fling her laughter back at us when two things happened: the low-hum of tires on wet pavement was sucked out of the interior of the van and my prisoner started to do a passable imitation of one of those fake zero-G airplane dives; I felt fingers clutching at my jeans as we rolled together in midair, but not in a good, coed deciding the virtue of patience was overrated, way.

A light that seemed to also be a musical tone filled the van as it slid on it’s side along the road, even as I tried to embrace my prisoner in the best impromptu-airbag manner; anticipating an abrupt deceleration, a certain homicidal hostage might be my ace-in-the-hole, so I hooked my arms through hers and did my best to make sure her soft spots were between me and whatever, when we slammed to a stop.

Time sped up; the girl stopped screaming; Rue’s laugh made it to the back of the van and everything stopped.

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