Putting his shoulder to the brick wall, Jougs shoved and as he did so his boots slid across the cement. He quit shoving as he neared a 45º angle to the wall. Pushing himself upright, he asked, “you sure it’s this wall?”
Glancing from the map to Jougs, the annoyed Inquisitor replied, “use
the tools,” and tapped the bag slung across Vorant’s back.
Shaking his head, Vorant unslung the
duffle, unzipped the main compartment, and proceeded to dig around.
After a moment, he held up a short handled sledge hammer. “Here,”
he said before disappearing back into the bag to withdraw a rusted
“Is that all you brought?” Jougs asked.
“Nope,” Vorant said, extracting a
hammer and an incredibly long screw driver, “brought this too.”
“So, we’re just supposed to start banging on the wall?”
Jougs’ doubt as to the sanity of the plan had grown exponentially
since leaving the Interrogation Room. He asked, “don’t you think
someone on the other side will hear us?”
Monday, March 27, 2017
Monday, March 20, 2017
“What kind of beans are these?” Captain Dante, Jr. asked as he inhaled the delicious aroma wafting from his mug.
The staff secretary adjusted her uniform shirt, straightened her shoulders, and met his curious gaze with a steely, “Donian Dark Roast.”
Closing his eyes, Captain Dante sipped the coffee, and then said, “tastes more like Montisi Black.” He took another sip, “you may want to talk to your guy. If he can’t sort that out, let me know.”
“You going to report me, sir?”
“Listen carefully, Staff Sergeant: the best coffee in the world comes from just north of Baroport, Poterit Don. It’s the original Donian Dark Roast. Many knockoffs have been peddled across Dan and we, poor Danians, have been subject to every manner of black market treachery thanks to current import controls.” After taking another sip, he sighed, “our only problem is backwards law.”
Monday, March 13, 2017
After putting the Tesla-C2 Dune Rider in park, Tech Sergeant Rydel climbed out of the vehicle and walked to the back where he dropped the tailgate. He removed his service revolver from its holster and pointed it at Major Derrick Peters, saying, “sir, please get out of the vehicle.”
“Sergeant, you don’t have to do this,” Major Peters said.
“Get out of the vehicle, sir.”
The major scootched to the edge of the Tesla-C2, dropped his legs off the tailgate, and stumbled down. He said, “if you do this, there’s no going back.”
“You got that wrong, sir. Soon as I get you set up, I’m going back,” Rydel replied.
“Why do you think we’re out here?” Peters asked.
“Orders, sir,” Rydel answered.
Monday, March 6, 2017
“Oh, come on,” the bard whined as he stood up from the gaming table where a black stone had just been placed inside a square of his white stones.
“What?” the old woman innocently asked.
“Don’t ‘what’ me,” he scolded. Pointing at the Go board, he said, “you can’t do that.”
“Oh? Do tell.”
“You can’t commit suicide,” Bard Kent stated.