Mack 'n ' Me #6 - Writing Update #10

So, the last three days were interesting - and busy - and my characters did sideswipe me but not in an "OMG, why do you do this to me - do it again!" sort of way. No, more in the "Please make the words cooperate" kind of way, which is nowhere near as much fun. Not many words, but here's an extract from the ones that did get done:

Words from Day 14 (Chapter 24):

We lined up to be processed, Mack taking the lead and me right behind him. Delight followed, hanging back a little with Pritchard. Manx and Felicity had stayed on the ship. The lizardine might be able to blend, but their human counterparts weren’t so lucky…and their faces had been televised just as broadly.

Our next hint of trouble came when a station crewman arrived wheeling a lock box. “Weapons go in there. We’ll keep them secure while you’re on board.”

Mack stepped away from the counter. “I don’t think so.”

The administrator shrugged. “Then we’ll escort you back to your ship.”

He gestured again at the box. “Without your blaster.”

Mack raised the blaster to his shoulder, and I watched the station crews’ blasters clear their holsters. Delight was faster.

She fired three shots in quick succession, dropping a crewman with each one.

“Next!” she called, and fired twice more, dropping another crewman and putting a security guard on the deck.

“And I called you a loose cannon,” Mack told me.

Words from Day 15 (Chapter 25):

Case was bringing the Shady back around by the time we reached the bay. Several workmen were watching her through the observation ports, but one looked up as the administrator brought us in.

“Lors!” He frowned, looking past us, and then back to the administrator. “Where’s my team?”

“Napping!” the administrator snapped. “Which is something you and I will talk about, later.”

The workman was not happy. “I need them on deck,” he argued, and then caught the administrator’s look. “Later. Right. I’ve got it.”

He jerked a thumb at the window…and the Shady, coming in slow and graceful, beyond it.

“She told the tugs to piss off,” he complained. “Fucking female pilots.”

Mack snorted. “She can outfly most,” he told the man, “…and she’s docked in tighter spaces than this. Better your boys do stay out of her way.”

“She dings my repair bay and I won’t care how big the balls on her chest are. She and I are going to have a discussion involving our fists.”

Mack started smirking. “When she comes in without so much as touching your cradle until she means to, you can buy her dinner and a drink—of her choice.”

Words from Day 16 (Chapter 25):

We put out heads together, Delight arguing for space pizzas and Pritchard saying he wanted to check out the beer. I folded my arms and glared at them, tapping my foot, while Mack looked bored. Finally, I just stalked over to Valahan’s, looked in the window and came back.

“They have cake,” I told them, and Delight and Pritchard fell silent.

“And coffee,” I added, “…as in not ship’s coffee,” and I shot a glare at Mack as though the coffee we had on board really was all his fault.

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Yeah, I know...coffee and cake. There are days when I could cheerfully strangle Cutter...and then she reminds me she is the voice of the series, and that I have a second series planned. Talk about sass!