Only a few more words today, but I also wrote another blog post (this time for Friday) and at work I finally finished the first draft copy for a 15k word booklet.
Reynard and Jones are still facing up to each other:
"I hope that thing's not loaded. You could do someone a nasty injury waving it about like that."
"That's the general idea." Jones took another two steps forwards, and pressed the gun to Reynard's head. He spoke softly. "See I know where you've been. I know who you've been talking to. People won't like that, if I tell them."
"What I know," Reynard said, as Jones very efficiently relieved him of his own gun, and two of his knives. "Is that it's a hanging offence if you pull that trigger."
"Who's going to care about scum like us? I kill you, that's one less villain on the streets. You think they'll care about one minor snitch, when there's bigger crimes they could be solving?"
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Phase 3 -- July's writing:
Only a few more words today, but I also wrote another blog post (this time for Friday) and at work I finally finished the first draft copy for a 15k word booklet.
Reynard and Jones are still facing up to each other:
"I hope that thing's not loaded. You could do someone a nasty injury waving it about like that."
"That's the general idea." Jones took another two steps forwards, and pressed the gun to Reynard's head. He spoke softly. "See I know where you've been. I know who you've been talking to. People won't like that, if I tell them."
"What I know," Reynard said, as Jones very efficiently relieved him of his own gun, and two of his knives. "Is that it's a hanging offence if you pull that trigger."
"Who's going to care about scum like us? I kill you, that's one less villain on the streets. You think they'll care about one minor snitch, when there's bigger crimes they could be solving?"