Tending the Stones for the Lock – Stories and Quotes from the Mind* and Keyboard of A.A.Forringer

Tending the Stones for the Lock, XXVI

Posted on September 24, 2017November 9, 2017 by aaforringer

26th part of the new weekly story. (1st Part) The inspiration for this came from an off hand comment I made on Facebook, and since people seemed interested I decided to follow through. Happy Reading.

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Holly walked through passenger area with the clipboard she had found in the cockpit. She usually just eyeballed things and tried to remember what was necessary, maybe when they gave this plane back she would keep the clipboard.

“Holly where do you want these cokes, they don’t all fit in the fridge?” Brodie asked from the small galley.

Holly waved absently. “Wherever just make sure they don’t roll around.”

“Excuse me Holly.” Austin trying to get around her in the corridor.

Holly put her hands on her hips blocking his way. “No I won’t excuse you. I don’t want you on this plane, I don’t like you and I think you should stay here and wait for your mother.” She said motioning towards the door of the plane.

Austin rolled his eyes and then looked at the short woman. “Mrs. Emily and the High Pilgrim said I could come along so you don’t have anything to say about it.”

Holly gave him a look of disgust and then moved out of his way. Austin brushed by her and then got into the galley with Brodie. “Can I get one of those cokes.”

Brodie turned from loading the bottles into a shelving unit with a coke in his hand. “They are not cold yet.”

Austin shrugged. “Don’t care.”

Holly walked away from the two men with a huff and entered the passenger area. “We will be leaving in about ten minutes folks.” She announced to the monks, Mrs. Emily and the High Pilgrim.

“Thank you for moving so quickly dear.” Mrs. Emily said placing a hand on Holly’s who was resting it on a seat back.

“No problem Mrs. E, sorry we could not get clearance to flyover China it will add a couple of hours to our trip, not to mention having to stop to refuel.” Holly said apologetically. “I am sorry about your daughter getting mixed up with all this, what a terrible thing to happen.”

Mrs. Emily replied. “We shall see, we shall see.”

Holly looked around the area and then back at her clipboard. “Well I had better get back up front.” Checking her clipboard one more time. “Everybody take your seats for take off.” She did not wait to see if everyone took a seat but went up to the cockpit and closed the door behind her. Mary was going thru her own checklist as Holly took the copilots seat and strapped in. Mary finished her checklist and then handed the course map to Holly. Holly looked it over and saw that Mary had cut it very close to the border of the two nations. “We are going to be very close to the border in a couple of places.”

“Yeah but with some luck we can cut off a couple of hours off the trip.” Mary said absently.

Holly looked at the map. “I bet you are going to make a call to General Wu once we are airborne and sweet talk him into letting you cut a path across this portion of the border.”

Mary smiled and took the map back.

“You shameless hussy.” Holly said laughing.

“I am also thinking that you might need an aspirin from the doctor about the time I make that call so the doctor will have to come up to the cockpit.”

“And I am supposing about that time you will have the good General on the cockpit speakers at the time while you are turning on your feminine wiles to get what you want.”

“I might even agree to have dinner with the sweet general, you know he has been trying to get some alone time with him since we ran into him last year.”

“Well he is a good looking man, although a little old.”

Mary shrugged. Thirty-eight is not that old.”

“Well he does sound dreamy over the radio and that is what will count tonight.” Holly said laughing a bit.

“You betcha girlfriend, now lets get this bird in the air.” Mary said getting back to the task at hand.

Meredith logged into the desktop computer. Luckily no one was looking over her shoulder. No but they watching her every move with a duplicate monitor and any attempts to access anything they did not want ended with her own screen going blank for several hours. She clicked on the Mail icon and then logged into her account. She and her watcher made a sharp intake of air at the time when they saw the unread message from her mother.

Meredith’s first instinct was to delete it without reading it but she knew this would get her computer privilege curtailed and it was the one thing she had going that allowed her to send messages to her children and husband so they were not worrying.

“Can I open it.” She said before she moved the cursor over the unread message. There was a few whisper back and forth between her watchers and then one of them spoke. She was not sure which one as they out of site and they said so little she had not pinned down voices of the two of them yet. “Wait” was the command.

Meredith sighed and crossed her arms then leaned back in the chair after a few minutes she put her feet up on a nearby ottoman and closed her eyes. A few minutes later the unmistakable sound of the elevator opening and the heavy footfalls of the man she had nicknamed Nutter. She had even used it on a few occasions and she saw the control he had to exercise restraint not to strike her. So now she used the title sparingly and usually when he was about to leave the room.

“Your mother had replied to your messages finally.”

Meredith sighed and nodded. This was her typical ‘mom’ sigh when one of her kids said something terribly obvious. A sarcastic reply was tamped down, no sense making this guy angrier than normal. “Okay open it.” The man said once he was behind the secondary monitor.

Meredith moved the mouse and clicked on the message and it filled the screen it was formatted carefully as if it was a real hardcopy letter.

Meredith

I am sorry for getting you into this mess. I will be there soon and you will released and allowed to go home unharmed. I will explain in person as soon as possible. Just know that I love you and am very proud of you.

Love your mom.

To the person holding my daughter,

I will meet you at Soyosan, you are to have my daughter there with her passport and we will have a parley.

Mrs. Emily Bartloski

There was a roar of rage and Meredith watched the table holding the secondary screen fly across the room and then the noise of two men being struck violently with a closed fist and then people falling down. The well dressed man came around the corner, she noticed he had begun to perspire, probably from the exertion of tossing the table and striking his men but also likely from anger as he face was red. “How did she know?” The man spun her chair around and put his hands on her arm rests. Meredith shrank back into the swivel chair and crossed her arms over the chest protectively but she looked up at him trying to be brave.

“I don’t know, the messages I sent you personally approved before I sent them.”

“You used a code word or something. Something you used to show you were under duress.” The man said his lips ending in a angry sneer. “She planned it before hand with you. Some sort of contingency plan.”

“I don’t know how she knows, she is my mother, she just always seemed to know when one of us kids and even her grandchildren were in trouble.”

The man squinted at her trying to figure out what she was saying.

“Why don’t you just release me now, because if I was my mother I would be calling the F.B.I. right now and seeing if they can trace this and find out who has kidnapped me.”

That somehow struck the man as funny as he backed away from Meredith and actually laughed. “You really don’t know that much about your mother.”

Now Meredith looked confused.

“Your mother will never call any government agency to help her, she knows we control so much of what they perceive that it would do no good.” The man said smiling that reptilian smile of his. “Call the jet we are going to Korea earlier than expected.”

Tending the Stones for the Lock

Tending the Stones for the Lock, XXIII

Posted on July 16, 2017October 9, 2017 by aaforringer

22nd part of the new weekly story. (1st Part) The inspiration for this came from an off hand comment I made on Facebook, and since people seemed interested I decided to follow through. Happy Reading.

“I am a healer let me do my job.”

“You are a quack and you are not coming onto my plane.”

“First off, it is not your plane, second off I am a Harvard educated physician who did my residency at John Hopkins.”

Ms. Mulan put her hands on her hips and then held up her hands counting off with her fingers as she made her points. “A, I am the pilot of this plane so I am in charge of the plane, therefore it is my plane. B, you gave up your practice to travel the world and you lost your license because the AMA lost track of you as I did when you went on walkabout from the hospital in Nepal.”

“Oh so this is personal M and M.”

Mary Mulan winced at the use of her initials.

“Mary as much as I would love to stand on this wonderful runway and argue with you about what I may or may not have done the High Pilgrim sent for me and I am pretty sure he is paying the bills on this charter technically it is his plane.”

Mary rolled her eyes and stepped out of the way.

“I am fine.”

“If that is true than the doctor will say so until then you stay in bed.”

Brodie sighed and laid back on the bed staring at the ceiling.

“Knock, knock.” A smiling blonde haired man with a mustache and goatee poked his head into the small room.

“Austin?” Holly said taking a step away from the bed and hugging the man as he came into the room, right after she hugged him she gave him a very hard open hand slapped the man.

Brodie observed this and was very confused and from the look of this Austin he was too.

“The hug is from me, the slap is from the best friend of the woman you dumped at the altar.”

Austin held up his hand as if to ask a question then just shook his head.

“Brodie this is Austin, Austin is a doctor and he knows about the magical implications” she said this last bit with a waving of her hands. “Nice seeing you Austin, check out Brodie and then get off the plane.” With that she turn and left the room her blonde pony tail bouncing as she went.”

Austin did not say anything he just opened his black doctors bag at the foot the bed and he pulled out a stethoscope and a blood pressure cuff. Five minutes later after a thought medical exam Austin placed his tools back in the bag. “Medically you are fine.”

“Well that is good to know.”

“But.” Austin pulled out a leather drawstring pouch from his pocket and pulled out a large gold ring with a crystal set in the middle of it. “This will tell me what happened to you when you met the dragon.”

Brodie looked at the item suspiciously. “I know what happened to me, the dragon talked to me.”

“Really what did he say?”

Brodie was about to answer but then a thought struck him, maybe he should not say anything to this stranger. “Before you do anything else can you tell me where Mrs. Emily is?”

Austin paused. “Mrs. Emily is with Derek and the High Pilgrim at his yurt.”

“Can I talk to her before you do, whatever it is you are going to do with that thing.” He said pointing to the gold and crystal object.

Austin looked at it and shrugged then placed it back in it’s small bag.

Brodie sat up in the bed and then put his feet on the floor. “Doctor before you leave can you check out Mrs.Emily,” he paused when the man looked at him quizzically. “I just want someone to check her out, I mean she is getting up there in age and all and we have been keeping some strange hours and all.”

Austin nodded.

“Now where are my shoes?” Brodie said looking around the small space.

Brodie walked with him to the ramp, the man looked around and Brodie did too, he did not see anyone else and he heard the man sigh.

“Long history with Ms. Mulan and Holly.”

“A couple of years ago I was dating Mary it got serious but my research took an unexpected turn and I had to leave Nepal suddenly and she did not like it.”

“Ouch.” Brodie said then after a few seconds he thought to ask next logical question. “Was it worth it?”

“I spent eighteen months with the trolls, I traveled from Nepal to Kilimanjaro, I learned so much about crystal properties from them it was amazing.”

“There are trolls?”

Austin continued to stare out into the darkness. “Oh yeah at last count five thousand trolls, but it is a steady population due to their limited resources and no desire to come into conflict with the other races due to scarcity of resources.”

“Other races, you mean humans?”

“Among others.” Austin looked at him confused then quizically. “You didn’t know their were trolls or other races besides humans, how did you get mixed up with the High Pilgrim and all this he said motioning around at the plane and out towards the darkness.”

“It is kind of simple really, I take care of Mrs.Emily and she brought me along to help take care of her and I find out there are trolls, dragons and magic.”

Austin whistled then threw away a comment. “You are new.”

“Someone else just said that to me.” Brodie said in a whisper.

“He has got some nerve.”

Holly did not say anything she just nodded and checked off the items on the clipboard that was so conviently left by the last crew.

“He shows up and just act like nothing happened.”

“I told you I slapped him.”

“Yes and thank you for that, but I have always envisioned something a lot more drastic then just a slap.” Mary Mulan said with an evil tone.

“Scorpions down the front of his pants?” Holly said smiling.

“Too short term.” Mary said.

“Fill his doctor bag with fire ants so when he takes it home his yurt becomes infested.”

“Nice but you are thinking too small.”

Holly thought for a few minutes then shrugged.

“I am going to call his mother and tell her where he is.” Mary said.

Holly giggled. “You are truly evil.”

Not crazy about the title, any suggestions will be duly considered.

The problem I have discovered with this type of writing is if I commit to something in the story there is no taking it back I just have to go with is and write my way out of it.

If you would like to read my last weekly story, A Disinclined Purveyor of Sequential Art here it is. (Written in 2013, the same year my wife left me, so I was a different person back then, and I hope I have learned a lot about writing since then.)

If you want to see one of my complete books try Disconnect in the Outfitters Universe.

My Response: The prophecy stated that in 60 years if the Stones were not properly aligned then the world would fall under the sway of the demon king for 1000 years. 1956 21 year old Emily the chosen one starts the quest. She arranges half the Stones around the planet, but then falls in love and life happens. Now it is 59 years later, Emily’s husband of 58 years passed away and one of the monks has found Emily and reminds her that she is the chosen one and needs to complete her task. Anyone interested?

Tending the Stones for the Lock

Tending the Stones for The Lock XX

Posted on June 25, 2017July 14, 2017 by aaforringer

19th part of the new weekly story. (1st Part) The inspiration for this came from an off hand comment I made on Facebook, and since people seemed interested I decided to follow through. Happy Reading.

“They have not moved,” Ms. Mulan stated as she looked at her watch. “in five minutes.”

“I am glad Mrs. Emily has both of her canes.” Brodie said looking at his boss who had been standing on the runway for the entire time.

“This is getting boring.” Holly said laying down on the ramp.

Brodie nodded silently.

“Hey the guy in the passenger seat just stepped out of the jeep.” Ms. Mulan said. With that Holly popped back up and the others redoubled their attention towards the drama on the runway.

“That guy does not look like a Derek to me.” Brodie said.

“Oh the Derek thing is a dodge.” Holly said. “When he became Head of the Enfold he wanted to throw people off about his nationality so he picked a western name.”

“So what is his real name?” Brodie said.

“What do I look like the Public Information Officer for the Enfold?” Holly said rolling her eyes.

Brodie was about to respond but thought better of it. He turned his attention back to Mrs. Emily and The High Pilgrim and he saw his boss turn towards the plane after a short exchange with the man who had stepped out of the jeep. Mrs. Emily waved he can in the air in a circle over her head while looking towards the plane.

“Okay folks we have been giving the okay to deplane. Brodie help Holly chock the plane, I will look into fuel, Dante and Hans can you look into some supplies, something that does not refrigeration, canned good and dehydrated food first, those CIA bums left the plane inadequately stocked if you ask me.” Ms. Mulan stated. “So much for our tax dollars at work.”

Holly shot back while getting to her feet. “Since when have you ever paid taxes?”

“It is the principle of the thing.” Ms. Mulan shouted back over her shoulder as she walked away from the plane towards the hangars in the distance.

“Come on help me with these.” Holly said pointing towards the wheel chocks that were strapped neatly near the top of the ramp.

Brodie went to where she was pointing and started to gather up the large hard rubber prisms. He gathered up three of the roped pairs and she motioned for him to grab two more. He grunted as he hefted the other two up and slung them across his other shoulder.

“Come on.” Holly said without picking up any. Brodie grunted and followed her down the ramp towards the tires.

Mrs. Emily motioned for Derek to get in the back seat of the jeep with the High Pilgrim, Derek stared at Mrs. Emily long and hard and she stared back and after a full minute of silence Derek gave up and stepped on the seat getting into the back of the jeep. Mrs. Emily heard him humph as he moved. Emily ignored him and maneuvered into the vehicle with a little difficulty and just before she was settled he tapped the driver on the shoulder and he took off suddenly throwing her a bit around in the seat. They drove down the runway and then turned off of it suddenly but luckily Mrs. Emily was grasping the seat belt with both hands.

After ten minutes of driving they came upon a small village of yurts that Mrs. Emily knew was where Derek’s family lived. She knew it was his home as his wife was standing at the steps to the yurt with her hands on her hips and a scowl upon her face.

The jeep parked next to the steps and Emily smiled up at Arigh and the other woman helped her out of the vehicle. After a few minutes of pleasantries she helped the older lady inside and started to make tea for the visitors. After a the first pot of tea was on the table and they had settled into the living room.

“Okay Derek what do you want?”

Derek steepled his hands in front of him and smiled.

“I want stones adjusted.”

“That is what she is here for and you know it.” The High Pilgrim stated.

Derek shook his head and then dunked a vanilla wafer in his tea and then took a bite. “You and I both know that when she.” And he pointed towards Emily. “That when she adjusts the stones to keep the lock in place she can do so much more with them.”

Emily spoke up. “Yes I can adjust the rocks in certain ways to not only keep the lock in place, but to benefit the country side around it to, but if I do that the stone will have to be maintained much more often.”

Derek nodded. “That is why I want to have someone not only travel with you in my country but to travel with you to the rest of locations and learn as much as he can from you.”

The High Pilgrim turned to Emily who looked at her old friend and shrugged then she spoke up. “Why should we trust one of your people with very powerful knowledge.”

Derek finished the vanilla wafer before speaking, eating the small remaining sweet in two separate bites. “Because without your agreement to this deal the three locations that exist in my sphere of influence you will never be able to approach, let alone conduct maintenance on.”

“You figured out the location of the third spot?” The High Pilgrim said surprised.

“It was not easy, my father knew there were three spots, but he was never sure where the third location was, but after a lot of effort I have discovered it on the small island in the Kerelun.” Emily and the High Pilgrim nodded in acknowledgement that he was correct. “Do you want to know what I want the adjusted formations to accomplish?”

Emily answered quickly. “I am guessing better crops, better health for men and beasts.”

Derek laughed for a full minute, then shook his head. “You think we are going after something so mundane, no, no, no you silly outsiders. I want something much more modern than that.”

Emily shook her head. “I am not adjusting the stones so the Mongols can return to the days of the Kahn.”

Again Derek laughed. “No my dear lady again you think I would want something so archaic.”

“Then what do you want?”

“I want Mongolia to become a hub of international communication.”

The High Pilgrim looked at Emily confused. Emily nodded then explained Derek’s request. “He basically wants me to increase his Wi-Fi signal on a nation wide level.”

(1st Part) (2nd Part) (3rd Part) (4th Part) (5th Part) (6th Part) (7th Part) (8th Part) (9th Part)(Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12)(Part 13)(Part 14)(Part 15)(Part 16)(Part 17)(Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)(Part 21) (Part 22)

Not crazy about the title, any suggestions will be duly considered.

The problem I have discovered with this type of writing is if I commit to something in the story there is no taking it back I just have to go with is and write my way out of it.

If you want to see one of my complete books try Disconnect in the Outfitters Universe.

Tending the Stones for the Lock

Tending the Stones for the Lock XVII

Posted on May 14, 2017June 12, 2017 by aaforringer

17th part of the new weekly story. (1st Part) The inspiration for this came from an off hand comment I made on Facebook, and since people seemed interested I decided to follow through. Happy Reading.

(1st Part) (2nd Part) (3rd Part) (4th Part) (5th Part) (6th Part) (7th Part) (8th Part) (9th Part)(Part 10) (Part 11)(Part 12)(Part 13)(Part 14)(Part 15)(Part 16)(Part 17)(Part 18) (Part 19)

Meredith looked around at the hotel lobby and was pretty sure they had been here before. Mr. Webb was talking in an animated manner to the clerk behind the desk and she could see he was getting agitated then he turned and came back to her.

“That man was no help and he states we were here before.” Webb stated. “I swear I should file a complaint to the manager that his desk clerk is drunk on duty.” Webb said leading them out to their waiting car. Webb and Meredith got in the back seat and Webb gave the address of the next hotel on their list of places to search for her mother. So far there had been no sign of her mother or Brodie it was if they never even checked into a hotel in this town. Meredith was beginning to tire of the search and Mr. Webb while helpful with the search was a mercurial guide of the city. When they rode in the car he had arranged all he did was sit an stare straight ahead, no small talk or even an attempt to give a guide of the city which he initially claimed to live in. Meredith sighed and checked he phone, her husband kept her updated on her mother’s checking and credit cards but so far there was no change since purchasing the tickets to St. Petersburg. The fifteen minute car drive passed quietly and when they pulled into the parking lot of the next hotel Meredith was shocked, they had visited this hotel before, in fact this had been the first one they had been to two days ago. She distinctly remembered the fountain out front and the broken stone hoof on the horse closest to the door. Meredith shook off the thought, maybe Webb was being through and had decided to talk to someone else or to see if their initial inquires had reminded anyone of anything.

Mrs. Emily looked blankly at the CIA Man. Brodie looked back and forth between Mrs. Emily and Mr. Verne. Mr. Verne had a shocked look on his face. Brodie was pretty sure that he might have the same look on his face. Brodie knew the Basil Webb was a member of the opposition, heck he had seen some sort of magical battle between Webb and Mrs. Emily just a few days ago and now Webb had Meredith in St. Petersburg.

“Aren’t you concerned about your daughter’s safety?”

Brodie looked back at his boss who answered swiftly. “Do you think I would walk away from my family and not leave them protected?”

“Well I am not sure?” Mr. Verne of the CIA said.

Mrs. Emily turned towards the High Pilgrim. “I surely hope the CIA has not been bothering you too much over the years, my countrymen can be so,” she searched for a word. “bothersome some times.”

The High Pilgrim nodded. “No more than MI6. The KGB was the most vexing with that Rasputin’s followers but they often got sucked into the Oppositions ranks very easily, one year they would come visit us as representatives of the KGB the next year their names would be popping up as foot soldiers for the Opposition.” The High Pilgrim shrugged.

“Mrs. Bartloski I am sorry if the CIA is bothersome, but we are doing our best to keep American’s safe and right now I consider you daughter to be in grave danger as she is in the company of a known hostile.”

Mrs. Emily looked at the man with very angry eyes. “I have been casting enchantments over my family since the day they were born, the High Pilgrim has set up safeguards over them monthly and has protections for them that you would not even begin to understand or even begin to imagine.” Mrs. Emily seemed to grow in size and the CIA man seemed to shrink in his seat. “Now then since you want to seem to help us so much I would like you to do us a favor and maybe when I return to the states I will allow someone who has an inkling of understanding in their brain to come and what is the term you folks use.”

Brodie who loved cross word puzzles offered a word. “Debrief.”

“Thank you Brodie.” Mrs. Emily turned and smiled.

“I will allow one of your fellow agents to debrief me in my own home at the time and date of my choosing.”

“What is the favor you want from the company?” Mr. Verne said.

“Brodie can you get Ms. Mulan or Holly in here?”

“Sure.” Brodie said leaving the room and finding Holly in the large waiting area, she followed him back to the room.

“Something I can do for you Mrs. Emily?”

Mrs. Emily motioned for the blonde girl to come closer and whispered in her ear, Holly simply nodded in answer to whatever had been said to her then Holly got a nod from the older woman and left the room. Then Mrs. Emily turned back towards Mr. Verne. “I have been informed that our pilot Ms. Mulan is rated to fly your plane.”

Mr. Verne looked at her suspiciously. “Okay.”

“Well you see our plane is old and slow and yours is better than ours so we would like it.”

“You mean you would like us to fly you somewhere?” Mr. Verne smiled broadly. “I am sure that can be arranged, my superiors would love to be brought up to speed on your current mission.”

“No you misunderstood Mr. Verne, we are going to take the plane, and you can take ours when you arrange to fuel it up.”

“That is highly unusual Mrs. Bartloski, that is U.S. Government property I just can’t let a unknown civilian fly off with it.”

Mrs. Bartloski was unzipping her bowling bag and a pulled out a small green marble from somewhere inside of it. The High Pilgrim was beginning to stand up and Brodie watched Mrs. Emily held the marble up in the air and dropped it, but instead of it falling to the floor it floated there. Mr. Verne was fascinated by it and he along with Brodie watched it intently, it was not until the High Pilgrim stood in front blocking the view of the floating marble that he realized that Mrs. Emily was walking towards the door.

“Time to go Brodie.”

Brodie shook his head and followed the two older people out of the room and down the hallway they were almost to the door when he thought to ask a question. “Since I could not leave before could I perhaps get a ride with the CIA back to the US?

Mrs. Emily nodded. “You could Brodie, but it would no be direct, I think you would be detained for a least a month in some safe house somewhere while they ask you all sorts of questions.”

“Well.” Brodie said not liking the sound of that.

“More like two months of questioning.” The High Pilgrim chimed in. “Since this newest director they have gotten a lot more aggressive.”

“Two months not being able to call anyone or no one knowing where you are, I think you would enjoy going with us a lot more.”

Brodie thought about it a few minutes. “Okay, but are you just going to take the CIA’s plane?”

“No, when Mr. Verne wake up, he will believe that he authorized us to take it, his superiors will write it off as dealing with magic.” She paused when she saw Brodie’s confused expression. “Don’t worry they will get it back.”

“What about your daughter, what about Meredith?” Brodie asked as they approached the cargo ramp of the much bigger, much nicer plane then the one they had flown in on.

“Oh Meredith will be fine, any of the Opposition that comes up to her and lies will automatically try and do exactly whatever it is they tell her they are there for.”

Brodie looked confused. “If a member of the Opposition came up to one of my grandchildren and said he wanted help to find his lost puppy that is all they would be able to do, look for puppies even going so far as going to go to every animal shelter in a three state region until they found the exact dog they described to my grandchild.”

“That sounds a little too specific.” Brodie said.

“It might have happened. Once.” Mrs. Emily said. “For some reason the enchantment makes them forget their original goal.” She smiled happily and made her way up the ramp with her can and Bro die’s help.

(1st Part) (2nd Part) (3rd Part) (4th Part) (5th Part) (6th Part) (7th Part) (8th Part) (9th Part)(Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12)(Part 13)(Part 14)(Part 15)

Not crazy about the title, any suggestions will be duly considered.

The problem I have discovered with this type of writing is if I commit to something in the story there is no taking it back I just have to go with is and write my way out of it.

If you want to see one of my complete books try Disconnect in the Outfitters Universe.