The Story: Resolution. The Goal: 200 words per day. Background: This is a MFU fic, a gift for Elmey, started a very long time ago. After working on it during the summer Pico, I've been hunting and pecking away at it on and off at an astonishingly slow pace. Slow, even for me:) Working my way through a ***cough cough*** lengthy bout of writer's constipation.
Today I worked on a scene I have labelled in the draft as 'Follow and Swallow'. Solo is about to be captured after meeting a contact at a cafe. I will probably have to tinker with the choreography as I work the whole thing out, but here's some of it:
*** A half-block ahead of Solo, a black sedan rounded the corner and pulled over, its engine idling. A second black sedan sped from behind, skidding past him to jump the curb, blocking his path. The rear doors of the car burst open and two stocky men in black coats leaped out. Solo twisted around to find the two men from the café trotting up, their hands digging into the deep side pockets of their winter coats, going for their guns.
Solo transferred the schnecken to his left hand and thrust his right hand into the opening of his coat. He scrabbled around in his inside jacket pocket and snagged the object his contact had passed him: a capsule no larger than a Contac time-release cold pill. He pressed the capsule into the cinnamon roll and took a hasty bite. The capsule was made of titanium, virtually indestructible. It’s going to be time-released, all right, he thought, and swallowed.
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The Story: Resolution.
The Goal: 200 words per day.
Background: This is a MFU fic, a gift for Elmey, started a very long time ago. After working on it during the summer Pico, I've been hunting and pecking away at it on and off at an astonishingly slow pace. Slow, even for me:) Working my way through a ***cough cough*** lengthy bout of writer's constipation.
Today I worked on a scene I have labelled in the draft as 'Follow and Swallow'. Solo is about to be captured after meeting a contact at a cafe. I will probably have to tinker with the choreography as I work the whole thing out, but here's some of it:
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A half-block ahead of Solo, a black sedan rounded the corner and pulled over, its engine idling. A second black sedan sped from behind, skidding past him to jump the curb, blocking his path. The rear doors of the car burst open and two stocky men in black coats leaped out. Solo twisted around to find the two men from the café trotting up, their hands digging into the deep side pockets of their winter coats, going for their guns.
Solo transferred the schnecken to his left hand and thrust his right hand into the opening of his coat. He scrabbled around in his inside jacket pocket and snagged the object his contact had passed him: a capsule no larger than a Contac time-release cold pill. He pressed the capsule into the cinnamon roll and took a hasty bite. The capsule was made of titanium, virtually indestructible. It’s going to be time-released, all right, he thought, and swallowed.