And since I'm already here - I had a great start. I've finished Chapter 8 and started Chapter 9 - altogether more than 8 hand-written pages. It will be a little less typed up but hey, I'm really not complaining!
TBH, it wasn't such a difficult task, as I used the scene from "The Hounds of Baskerville" (Sherlock BBC, Series 2) as a template to get my gang into the secret UNIT lab. Only the structure of the scene and a couple of dialogue lines, for which I'll give full credit and disclaimer, but they fit so well into my concept that I couldn't resist. I might rewrite the dialogue lines later, though, when I transcribe the stuff. As an inspiration, however, they worked like a charm. *g*
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Next they came to the lab of Major Muriel Frost: a temperamental redhead with a strong American accent, wearing military fatigues and a tank top under her lab coat. She didn’t seem particularly bothered by a bunch of strangers showing up unexpectedly.
“Ah, new faces, huh?” she smiled broadly. “Nice. Which one of you is the geneticist they’ve promised us?”
“That would be me,” Lloyd said, realizing that Tosh must have somehow smuggled a fake announcement of their arrival into the lab’s mail. How she managed to do it was beyond her, but that was Tosh for you.
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TBH, it wasn't such a difficult task, as I used the scene from "The Hounds of Baskerville" (Sherlock BBC, Series 2) as a template to get my gang into the secret UNIT lab. Only the structure of the scene and a couple of dialogue lines, for which I'll give full credit and disclaimer, but they fit so well into my concept that I couldn't resist. I might rewrite the dialogue lines later, though, when I transcribe the stuff. As an inspiration, however, they worked like a charm. *g*
Excerpt:
Next they came to the lab of Major Muriel Frost: a temperamental redhead with a strong American accent, wearing military fatigues and a tank top under her lab coat. She didn’t seem particularly bothered by a bunch of strangers showing up unexpectedly.
“Ah, new faces, huh?” she smiled broadly. “Nice. Which one of you is the geneticist they’ve promised us?”
“That would be me,” Lloyd said, realizing that Tosh must have somehow smuggled a fake announcement of their arrival into the lab’s mail. How she managed to do it was beyond her, but that was Tosh for you.