Of course I have to get ready and head off to work, just as the writing starts getting good and exciting. Only 955 words today, damn it.
Snippet from today’s writing. Mother and daughter are in–kind of a bind here, to say the least.
Movement. Her mother put the tablet down steadily, precisely. The slow, careful motion alerted Diana.
Her mother picked up a blaster. “Arm up, Diana. Incoming–and they aren’t friendly.”
Diana reached for her weapon, heart pounding in her ears as she activated the disabling rounds in her own blaster. “Any idea who they are?”
Sarah shook her head. “They refuse to ID themselves. We’re going to try to outrun them, but they fit the profile of Landreth skimmers. Not the PAZ.”
Maybe they’re coming to help– Diana dismissed that notion quickly. Not if they wouldn’t ID themselves.
Francis spit out a series of code phrases she couldn’t identify over her com. The com suddenly went silent, dead silent. Then their skimmer shot straight up, pulling some Gs and pushing Diana down hard in her seat. It banked hard and tight, and then accelerated, faster than typical for most skimmers.
Diana’s hands tightened on the blaster in her lap. She sat silently, waiting.
Something knocked them sideways. The skimmer rolled tightly three times, then stabilized, plunging down hard.
The skimmer leveled.
“Decoy. Us. Lower altitude. May evade,” her mother snapped out tightly against the pressure pushing hard on them. “Other. Team. Priority.”
“Got. It.” Diana forced out. “Sorry.”
“Bastard,” Sarah growled. “Not. You. Parker.”