Friday, February 29, 2008
Technical Difficulties
I'm sorry but it looks like my 'puter is still fritzed after all. Hopefully I'll get it sorted out soon.
Technical Difficulties
I'm Sorry. To all of the strong silent types out there (and I imagine there are at least a thousand of you) who have been following my story, but not leaving comments, I am truly sorry for my absence over the past week. It has not been my fault. My computer died, or perhaps it was just a nervous breakdown as it's now back with me and doing fine, so I have not had the ability to add to my story or even tell my devoted readers what's been happening. I hope you forgive me and continue to read the story. Now that I have my 'puter back I will be updating today and from now on daily, as promised.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Daily update 8
Another update, but just a small one tonight cause I'm a bit tired and couldn't really be bothered. This is just a bit of a transition between scenes and a bit more character development for Jacob.
Here we go...
First ... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/post-apocolyptic-fantasy.html
Previous ... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update-7.html
For the next ten minutes Angus went over their plane while Jacob followed him taking notes of all the parts they could go without and still make the flight back to the ship in safety. Jacob was amazed at how many parts they had to spare, but he still couldn’t help feel that none of it was going to make any difference. The soldier mentality was good for many things and one of them was maintaining a façade of indifference when feeling overwhelming pessimism. Jacob was not ashamed of being pessimistic; he had often credited it for his survival. If you always expected the worst you always prepared for it. Amy had often teased him by saying that he should have been a boy scout with his “always be prepared” attitude. As much she might tease him it was an attitude that had served him well, until now.
Next... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/03/1st-roll-of-dice.html
Here we go...
First ... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/post-apocolyptic-fantasy.html
Previous ... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update-7.html
For the next ten minutes Angus went over their plane while Jacob followed him taking notes of all the parts they could go without and still make the flight back to the ship in safety. Jacob was amazed at how many parts they had to spare, but he still couldn’t help feel that none of it was going to make any difference. The soldier mentality was good for many things and one of them was maintaining a façade of indifference when feeling overwhelming pessimism. Jacob was not ashamed of being pessimistic; he had often credited it for his survival. If you always expected the worst you always prepared for it. Amy had often teased him by saying that he should have been a boy scout with his “always be prepared” attitude. As much she might tease him it was an attitude that had served him well, until now.
Next... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/03/1st-roll-of-dice.html
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Daily update 7
Another day, another 300 words... what, it's only supposed to be 100? Wow, well does that mean I can take 3 days off? No? Ok well... here's your special large post anyway! I really wish there was someone reading this, I'm starting to feel like a bit of a tool.
First ... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/post-apocolyptic-fantasy.html
Previous ... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update-6.html
Note
Before Jacob departs the plane his Company of troops march out the rear of the carrier and secure the perimeter with the other troops, change “As soon as the plane touched the ground” to “As soon as the perimeter was secure” and change “The four of them went over the plane” to “It was an anxious wait as Angus and the pilot went over the plane”
With the news of his own plane Jacob went to the centre of the secured area to join the other Captains and the Colonel in a debrief in the centre of the secured area.
“Captain, what’s your condition report?”
“She has a few dents and scratches sir but she’s airworthy.”
“Good news then”
“Yes sir”
“Have your engineer items all of your spare and expendable parts, including fuel reserves. Not all of our planes had your luck unfortunately.”
“Yes sir”
Captain Bonham of D company approached then accompanied by a Swiss Guardsman, “Sir, the perimeter is secure and they’ve set up a meeting room for our use.”
“Excellent, Captain Clark see to that list we’ll have a full situation report in approximately 30mins at 1300 hrs.”
“Yes Sir”
Jacob marched back to his plane where his Lieutenant, Kyte, and Engineer, Angus, were waiting for him. There was none of the friendly camaraderie of the night before, today it was all serious and all business.
“Some of the other planes were damaged we need to keep the perimeter secure and establish exactly what we have on hand that can be used to get other planes back up in the air.”
“Yes Sir” both of the other men answered
“Lieutenant Peterson, see to the company and ensure the security of the perimeter.”
“Yes sir” Kyte didn’t wait for anything further, he had his orders and he knew what to do.
“Captain Marsden, I’ll need your services as Company Engineer. We need to establish exactly what this plane can do without, including any fuel reserves we may have that could be spared. We have half an hour.”
“Yes sir”
Next .... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update-8.html
First ... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/post-apocolyptic-fantasy.html
Previous ... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update-6.html
Note
Before Jacob departs the plane his Company of troops march out the rear of the carrier and secure the perimeter with the other troops, change “As soon as the plane touched the ground” to “As soon as the perimeter was secure” and change “The four of them went over the plane” to “It was an anxious wait as Angus and the pilot went over the plane”
With the news of his own plane Jacob went to the centre of the secured area to join the other Captains and the Colonel in a debrief in the centre of the secured area.
“Captain, what’s your condition report?”
“She has a few dents and scratches sir but she’s airworthy.”
“Good news then”
“Yes sir”
“Have your engineer items all of your spare and expendable parts, including fuel reserves. Not all of our planes had your luck unfortunately.”
“Yes sir”
Captain Bonham of D company approached then accompanied by a Swiss Guardsman, “Sir, the perimeter is secure and they’ve set up a meeting room for our use.”
“Excellent, Captain Clark see to that list we’ll have a full situation report in approximately 30mins at 1300 hrs.”
“Yes Sir”
Jacob marched back to his plane where his Lieutenant, Kyte, and Engineer, Angus, were waiting for him. There was none of the friendly camaraderie of the night before, today it was all serious and all business.
“Some of the other planes were damaged we need to keep the perimeter secure and establish exactly what we have on hand that can be used to get other planes back up in the air.”
“Yes Sir” both of the other men answered
“Lieutenant Peterson, see to the company and ensure the security of the perimeter.”
“Yes sir” Kyte didn’t wait for anything further, he had his orders and he knew what to do.
“Captain Marsden, I’ll need your services as Company Engineer. We need to establish exactly what this plane can do without, including any fuel reserves we may have that could be spared. We have half an hour.”
“Yes sir”
Next .... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update-8.html
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Daily update 6
Here I am again and despite the fact that NO-ONE is reading this and the fact that I went to my sisters house for dinner tonight, I have STILL kept my promise and written another 100+ words tonight! Yes, thankyou, I think I'm bloody brilliant too!
First ... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/post-apocolyptic-fantasy.html
Previous ... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update-53.html
But Jacob couldn’t let his shock overcome him for long. Why they’d decided to open was irrelevant now, all that was important now was getting to the ground as quickly as possible, assessing the damage and hoping to god that it wasn’t bad enough to prevent them from getting back to the ship before nightfall. As soon as the plane touched the ground Jacob was out the door and on the ground the pilot, Kyte and Angus not far behind him. The four of them went over the plane, checking the engines, the armour, the intake valves, landing gear, everything. When everything checked out ok, there was a moment of relief so strong that Jacob was sure he wasn’t the only one there who could taste it, but it was short lived. Before there could be any real relief they needed to make sure the other planes were ok as well.
Next ... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update-7.html
First ... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/post-apocolyptic-fantasy.html
Previous ... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update-53.html
But Jacob couldn’t let his shock overcome him for long. Why they’d decided to open was irrelevant now, all that was important now was getting to the ground as quickly as possible, assessing the damage and hoping to god that it wasn’t bad enough to prevent them from getting back to the ship before nightfall. As soon as the plane touched the ground Jacob was out the door and on the ground the pilot, Kyte and Angus not far behind him. The four of them went over the plane, checking the engines, the armour, the intake valves, landing gear, everything. When everything checked out ok, there was a moment of relief so strong that Jacob was sure he wasn’t the only one there who could taste it, but it was short lived. Before there could be any real relief they needed to make sure the other planes were ok as well.
Next ... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update-7.html
Monday, February 18, 2008
Daily update 5.3
Well look at that! I was able to make up for it after all! Behold my three missing days of 100+ and todays 100+ words aswell! Yes I know, I rock dem house... :-)
On with the show...
First ... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/post-apocolyptic-fantasy.html
Previous ... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update-4.html
As they crossed the river and these thoughts occurred to him Jacob couldn’t help the feeling of doom that settled in his stomach. So far, everything was going brilliantly, they had left on time at first light without a hitch. Their flight had been completely uneventful and the countryside and city had been completely clear of any threats. But he knew there was a threat here, someone had destroyed that reconnaissance squad and someone must be attacking this city or they wouldn’t be wanting out so badly that they’d be willing to re-locate to the other side of the world. It was the absence of any threat where he knew there should be one that had him so on edge and it must have been playing on the minds of the other officers too because they were all so busy looking for danger outside the Vatican, none of them thought to look from danger within it.
That was how the machine gunners running to their posts failed to attract their attention, even when they took their positions behind their guns and loaded and aimed them they all failed to notice. It wasn’t until the bullets started to ping off the sides of the air craft that they finally noticed. Jacob snapped back to attention with the very first one and almost before a second bullet could find its mark he was up and running to the cockpit for the radio. He didn’t know what those bloody Italians were up to but he knew of only one way to find out, just as he knew that despite the multi-cultural nature of Melbourne and its guards he was the only one among them that spoke the language with any fluency.
He reached the cockpit in record time and snatched up the radio transmitter,
“Stop firing, we’re from Melbourne, we’re here to evacuate the Pope, Stop firing!” He yelled in somewhat broken Italian.
“Da Melbourne? Abbiamo pensato che non steste venendo!” was the reply that came back.
Jacob struggled for a moment to translate the words in his mind, “Not coming!” He screamed in English before switching back to Italian again.
“We are here to help, we came! Cease fire!”
There was no reply but silence as the machine gunners stopped firing.
Jacob dropped the radio transmitter and stumbled back out to the cabin. Why they had thought no-one was coming he couldn’t imagine, and thankfully these plans were heavily armoured so there would probably be no deaths from this. But if something happened to one of these planes they might find getting back to the ship tonight to be beyond their means. If that happened and they had to spend a night in Vatican city, then Jacob didn’t like to think how many deaths might actually end up being caused by this.
Next ... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update-6.html
On with the show...
First ... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/post-apocolyptic-fantasy.html
Previous ... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update-4.html
As they crossed the river and these thoughts occurred to him Jacob couldn’t help the feeling of doom that settled in his stomach. So far, everything was going brilliantly, they had left on time at first light without a hitch. Their flight had been completely uneventful and the countryside and city had been completely clear of any threats. But he knew there was a threat here, someone had destroyed that reconnaissance squad and someone must be attacking this city or they wouldn’t be wanting out so badly that they’d be willing to re-locate to the other side of the world. It was the absence of any threat where he knew there should be one that had him so on edge and it must have been playing on the minds of the other officers too because they were all so busy looking for danger outside the Vatican, none of them thought to look from danger within it.
That was how the machine gunners running to their posts failed to attract their attention, even when they took their positions behind their guns and loaded and aimed them they all failed to notice. It wasn’t until the bullets started to ping off the sides of the air craft that they finally noticed. Jacob snapped back to attention with the very first one and almost before a second bullet could find its mark he was up and running to the cockpit for the radio. He didn’t know what those bloody Italians were up to but he knew of only one way to find out, just as he knew that despite the multi-cultural nature of Melbourne and its guards he was the only one among them that spoke the language with any fluency.
He reached the cockpit in record time and snatched up the radio transmitter,
“Stop firing, we’re from Melbourne, we’re here to evacuate the Pope, Stop firing!” He yelled in somewhat broken Italian.
“Da Melbourne? Abbiamo pensato che non steste venendo!” was the reply that came back.
Jacob struggled for a moment to translate the words in his mind, “Not coming!” He screamed in English before switching back to Italian again.
“We are here to help, we came! Cease fire!”
There was no reply but silence as the machine gunners stopped firing.
Jacob dropped the radio transmitter and stumbled back out to the cabin. Why they had thought no-one was coming he couldn’t imagine, and thankfully these plans were heavily armoured so there would probably be no deaths from this. But if something happened to one of these planes they might find getting back to the ship tonight to be beyond their means. If that happened and they had to spend a night in Vatican city, then Jacob didn’t like to think how many deaths might actually end up being caused by this.
Next ... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update-6.html
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Apologies
Sorry that I've missed three nights! It's my birthday today and I've had things on everynight since friday night in celebration of this momentos occasion. On Friday night I went almost straight from work to dinner with friends for mexican food and fishbowl Margarittas, then on saturday I baked myself a birthday cake and had a few friends over for Tequila slammers (are you sensing a theme here) and last night I went to see my parents for my birthday. I had the day off work today but my phone rang off the hook today so I haven't done any extrodinary work today. You will get your 100+ words tonight but I just wanted to explain my absence and to assure you... it'll happen again but only on special occassions I promise!
:-)
:-)
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Daily update 4
Hello there! I'm here again! Happy Valentines Day to you all! Just so you all know, I happen to have the best husband ever. :-)
Well on with the show!
First ... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/post-apocolyptic-fantasy.html
Previous ... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update-3.html
As they crossed the Tiber River, Vatican city came into view on the horizon. While it didn’t gleam in the sunlight, it was the only whole structure anywhere it sight and that alone made it special. After weeks away from home, away from the civilisation of buildings and roads and crowds of people it was a relief to finally see something that was at all like it. Jacob took in every interesting detail of it, the smooth high walls, the columns of marble, the statues, all still marvellously intact. All this beauty hidden behind fortifications but from the air they could see clearly. Beyond the high walls, beyond the barbed wire, beyond the ant-nuclear shield, beyond the barbed wire, and beyond the machine gun towers lay a small city that had survived the worst the wars could throw at them. Jacob couldn’t help but wonder what on earth had made them decide to evacuate now.
Next ... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update-53.html
Well on with the show!
First ... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/post-apocolyptic-fantasy.html
Previous ... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update-3.html
As they crossed the Tiber River, Vatican city came into view on the horizon. While it didn’t gleam in the sunlight, it was the only whole structure anywhere it sight and that alone made it special. After weeks away from home, away from the civilisation of buildings and roads and crowds of people it was a relief to finally see something that was at all like it. Jacob took in every interesting detail of it, the smooth high walls, the columns of marble, the statues, all still marvellously intact. All this beauty hidden behind fortifications but from the air they could see clearly. Beyond the high walls, beyond the barbed wire, beyond the ant-nuclear shield, beyond the barbed wire, and beyond the machine gun towers lay a small city that had survived the worst the wars could throw at them. Jacob couldn’t help but wonder what on earth had made them decide to evacuate now.
Next ... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update-53.html
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Daily update 3
Yay! Three days in a row now I've updated daily! I'm so happy with my progress, for all I know it's all utter crap but it's being written and at this point that's the main thing.
Just on a personal note I want to say, I'm Sorry. If anyone reads this (at all) and knows anything about Australian Politics, they'll know what this is about. If not... google it.
First... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/post-apocolyptic-fantasy.html
Previous... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update-2.html
Now back to our regularly scheduled programing.
Before the wars Rome was distinctive from other modern cities because it existed amongst the ruins of it’s glorious past; now it was all ruin. Jacob remembered his mother talking about her honeymoon there. She’d talked about how beautiful it was but how depressing it must be to live there, with ancient crumbling buildings on every side. It occurred to Jacob that he knew how those Romans must have felt.
They flew over the city, the Pantheon, the Coliseum, The Imperial palace; even the lesser known but no less important sites of Rome, the Piazza Novona, the little twisting streets with their coffee houses. It was all gone. It wasn’t even a crater it was just rubble, less than rubble. Jacob didn’t know what had happened here, it must have taken place towards the end when Melbourne was too far embroiled in its own affairs to know what was happening elsewhere. Communication became so difficult towards the end that there was no-way of even knowing what was and wasn’t real.
Jacob focused his eyes and his thoughts on the horizon, waiting for Vatican city to appear. He understood that the small city had a defence system every bit as advanced as the one that had protected Melbourne, apparently the coffers of the Catholic Church had been drained. Their resources clearly hadn’t been enough to extend the protection they purchased for themselves to the larger city around them.
Next ... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update-4.html
Just on a personal note I want to say, I'm Sorry. If anyone reads this (at all) and knows anything about Australian Politics, they'll know what this is about. If not... google it.
First... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/post-apocolyptic-fantasy.html
Previous... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update-2.html
Now back to our regularly scheduled programing.
Before the wars Rome was distinctive from other modern cities because it existed amongst the ruins of it’s glorious past; now it was all ruin. Jacob remembered his mother talking about her honeymoon there. She’d talked about how beautiful it was but how depressing it must be to live there, with ancient crumbling buildings on every side. It occurred to Jacob that he knew how those Romans must have felt.
They flew over the city, the Pantheon, the Coliseum, The Imperial palace; even the lesser known but no less important sites of Rome, the Piazza Novona, the little twisting streets with their coffee houses. It was all gone. It wasn’t even a crater it was just rubble, less than rubble. Jacob didn’t know what had happened here, it must have taken place towards the end when Melbourne was too far embroiled in its own affairs to know what was happening elsewhere. Communication became so difficult towards the end that there was no-way of even knowing what was and wasn’t real.
Jacob focused his eyes and his thoughts on the horizon, waiting for Vatican city to appear. He understood that the small city had a defence system every bit as advanced as the one that had protected Melbourne, apparently the coffers of the Catholic Church had been drained. Their resources clearly hadn’t been enough to extend the protection they purchased for themselves to the larger city around them.
Next ... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update-4.html
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Daily update 2
Well, I've got nearly 3 times my promised minimum for you tonight! Typing during add breaks of "The Sarah Connor Cronicles" and "Burn Notice". I don't know how good it is, but it seems ok to me. It's just a bit of exposition tonight but it's important to set the scene sometimes, it can't be all action and drama. Still I'm very proud of myself for today's effort, I was really tired today and it was only the thought that "I only have to do 100 words" that got me to write at all. As usual though, once I got going it just seemed to flow. I hope that you enjoy it!
First ... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/post-apocolyptic-fantasy.html
Previous ... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update-number-1.html
Here we go....
The deployment the next morning went as smooth as clockwork and Jacob convinced himself, as he boarded the plane with his company of troops, that it was a good sign. A day that started well was more likely to end the same way, at least that’s what he hoped for. The planes rose as one entity and headed out in formation the short distance over the Italian countryside towards Rome and Vatican City. Like an oversized flock of crows they swooped over the countryside but the type of countryside they were flying over, Jacob thought that the only kind of birds that would flourish here would be carrion.
He’d seen pictures of Rome and Italy, from before the wars, and so he knew what this area should look like. At this time of year everything should be in bloom, hills should be covered with spring green grass and wild flowers. This was wine growing country, in the valleys should be full of row upon row of vines bulging with grapes. The rivers should flow with sparkling water and the people here should be plump, happy, and full of life. Instead there was nothing.
The hills were sand dunes and the rivers a mere trickle and the people, if there were any, were no-where to be seen. Everything looked as though it had very recently been set on fire but it was a fire so deep that seeds and roots had burned too so no new life was possible. Yet somehow despite all of this devastation in the countryside the city was even worse.
Next ... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update-3.html
First ... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/post-apocolyptic-fantasy.html
Previous ... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update-number-1.html
Here we go....
The deployment the next morning went as smooth as clockwork and Jacob convinced himself, as he boarded the plane with his company of troops, that it was a good sign. A day that started well was more likely to end the same way, at least that’s what he hoped for. The planes rose as one entity and headed out in formation the short distance over the Italian countryside towards Rome and Vatican City. Like an oversized flock of crows they swooped over the countryside but the type of countryside they were flying over, Jacob thought that the only kind of birds that would flourish here would be carrion.
He’d seen pictures of Rome and Italy, from before the wars, and so he knew what this area should look like. At this time of year everything should be in bloom, hills should be covered with spring green grass and wild flowers. This was wine growing country, in the valleys should be full of row upon row of vines bulging with grapes. The rivers should flow with sparkling water and the people here should be plump, happy, and full of life. Instead there was nothing.
The hills were sand dunes and the rivers a mere trickle and the people, if there were any, were no-where to be seen. Everything looked as though it had very recently been set on fire but it was a fire so deep that seeds and roots had burned too so no new life was possible. Yet somehow despite all of this devastation in the countryside the city was even worse.
Next ... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update-3.html
Monday, February 11, 2008
Daily update number 1
I think that this is actually going to be the final part of chapter 1. Of course as previously stated this is an un-revised 1st draft so who knows what will happen in the final draft. Anyway I promised daily updates and here I have delivered! The first of many! See you all againg tomorrow!
Previous... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/post-apocolyptic-fantasy.html
“That can’t be everything!”
“I’m sure he’d tell us more if he could Kyte.” Angus said quietly
“There isn’t any more to tell.”
Angus and Kyte both just looked at him silently, their looks more expressive than any word.
“Alright, I know your not stupid. There is more to it but I can’t tell you, you know I could be court marshalled if I went against orders like that.”
“You can tell us!” Kyte insisted at the same time as Angus re-assured him, “We understand Jake”
“Look, I would love to tell you guys everything. You know I would. I just can’t guys.”
“It’s okay Jake, we know. We trust you.” Angus said with a significant look to Kyte.
The look was supposed to silence their outspoken friend, but if there was anything on this earth that could silence Kyte when he had something to say, then neither Jacob nor Angus had yet met with it.
“If you get us killed I will come back and haunt you.”
Jacob smiled in spite of himself, “I know mate, and if you get yourself killed, you’ll come back and haunt me anyway right.”
Kyte grinned in return “Right”
“I’ll keep that in mind”
After the two men had left Jacob lay down on his bed and tried to sleep. In the morning they would leave for Vatican city and if all went well they would be back on board the ship by this time tomorrow night. The pope and all the most important works of the city on board and heading back home to Melbourne. As much as he tried to think positively Jacob found himself very aware that the success of the plan was so heavily reliant on “all being well”. He didn’t want to think about what might happen if all did not go well.
Next ... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update-2.html
Previous... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/post-apocolyptic-fantasy.html
“That can’t be everything!”
“I’m sure he’d tell us more if he could Kyte.” Angus said quietly
“There isn’t any more to tell.”
Angus and Kyte both just looked at him silently, their looks more expressive than any word.
“Alright, I know your not stupid. There is more to it but I can’t tell you, you know I could be court marshalled if I went against orders like that.”
“You can tell us!” Kyte insisted at the same time as Angus re-assured him, “We understand Jake”
“Look, I would love to tell you guys everything. You know I would. I just can’t guys.”
“It’s okay Jake, we know. We trust you.” Angus said with a significant look to Kyte.
The look was supposed to silence their outspoken friend, but if there was anything on this earth that could silence Kyte when he had something to say, then neither Jacob nor Angus had yet met with it.
“If you get us killed I will come back and haunt you.”
Jacob smiled in spite of himself, “I know mate, and if you get yourself killed, you’ll come back and haunt me anyway right.”
Kyte grinned in return “Right”
“I’ll keep that in mind”
After the two men had left Jacob lay down on his bed and tried to sleep. In the morning they would leave for Vatican city and if all went well they would be back on board the ship by this time tomorrow night. The pope and all the most important works of the city on board and heading back home to Melbourne. As much as he tried to think positively Jacob found himself very aware that the success of the plan was so heavily reliant on “all being well”. He didn’t want to think about what might happen if all did not go well.
Next ... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update-2.html
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Post Apocolyptic Fantasy
I know it's been a long time, and I'm really sorry. But I got married and went on a month long honeymoon in Europe. So for a long time my life has been all about that. Now that I'm back home and it's all done, I'm doing a lot more writing. To celebrate this new phase in my life, as a happily married women with plenty of time for writing, I've started a new project. I may one day finish the other story, but probably not in the near future.
To start you off I'm posting what I've written so far in this new story. Also as part of this special promotion (he, he, he, sorry but I feel like I'm writing an add at the moment) I will be posting at least an additional 100 words per day.
Now be warned, before we begin... this is a work in progress and as part of my new philosophy I am going to finish this project before bothering with any editing or re-writing. The reason for this is simple, what's the point in spending hours editing and revising something if I don't finish it. Also I think there's a better chance of my finishing if I just keep writing! So it is very rough! Of course any comments and constructive criticism is more than welcome. You are also more than welcome to just heap praise on me in encouragement!
So here we go installment numero uno!
Draft 1
Dear Amy,
I miss you more than I miss solid ground beneath my feet, but maybe you’d have to spend weeks at sea to really understand that. We’ve just reached Rome today and the Colonel has ordered reconnaissance, we have to wait for them to get back before we decide how to go into this. I thought I would take the opportunity of writing to you now before we head into the fire, once we go in there who knows when I’ll have a chance to put pen to paper again.
I have to tell you that I’m a bit shocked with Rome. I think sometimes, in the daily humdrum of life in Melbourne, that all other cities of comparable size have been destroyed gets a bit lost. Not that you ever forget of course, we both know that the wars are not something you can ever forget, but more that it gets pushed to the back of your mind that there were ever other cities even approaching the size of Melbourne. To see one of them and to see the kind of condition it’s in, gives you so much more of a sense of everything the war destroyed. I’m torn between wishing that you could see this and being glad that you can’t. This could have been our town, we could have been that generation of Romans that will now never be. It’s a sobering thought. Especially when you consider why we’re here.
I know you’ve always said I should have been a politician rather than a soldier and I never disagreed with you, if we still had elections I probably would be, but I’ve never realised until now how ill suited I really am for this job. This entire situation makes me furious. Firstly, why, after all the destruction that has already occurred here, are people attacking the Vatican, one of the few strongholds of civilisation left? Secondly, why are we being dragged into it? Don’t we already have enough dead of our own? Finally, what on earth am I doing here? I joined the guard to serve the city of Melbourne not to travel halfway round the world and kill people!
The speech that Edward Kennet made to us before we left Amy, you wouldn’t have believed it even if you’d heard it. Full of all the old propaganda style rhetoric, ‘We must stand together or we will all fall’, ‘Your duty is to your country and your country has a duty to it’s friends’. I can’t believe that he thinks no one has ever seen those exact phrases printed on all the faded old war propaganda posters that are still all over the city! His arrogance knows no bounds, I’m certain of it. I’m just as sure that he was behind me being sent here, probably hoping to get me out of the way. He obviously didn’t like how quickly I was promoted, especially after I married a known dissenter. Still as we both know, you can never predict what the consequences of your actions will be. You only have to look at the way we met, if someone had told me that day, when I led my squad out to arrest protesters, that I would end up marrying one of them I’d have thought they were crazy. and I know for sure that you never thought that not only would you not get arrested at the rally but you’d end up marrying one of the soldier!
Anyway, as much as I could spend another hour writing you all the thoughts in my head I can’t. One of our recon squads has returned and I have to get to the debriefing. I’d ask you to pray for me, but I know you already are.
I love you.
Jacob.
Jacob put down his pen and scratched his head, then he stood, stretched and picked up his helmet. He’d been waiting all day for this debriefing so he had been ready to go. He had told his wife the truth in the letter, that he was taking the opportunity to write while he had it but even more than that he was writing to calm his nerves. The reconnaissance team had left early the previous evening and should have been back by dawn, but dawn had come and gone without any sign of them it was now early afternoon and, if his Lieutenant was correct, one of the squad had now returned. Only one of them returning was a bad sign, but not as bad as none of them returning would have been.
His boots clacked against the steel deck of the aircraft carrier as he walked, his stride quick and determined, he was anxious to know what kind of report the man would give. He reached the door of the Colonel’s office and gave a firm rap and when he heard the Colonel’s terse ‘Enter’ he opened the door and stepped into the room. It was a handsome room for all that it was just a shipboard office, many of their meetings were held there so it was large enough to accommodate several officers sitting down and even more standing. At one end, in front of a large window, was a handsome oak desk that Jacob knew to actually belong to the Colonel. The Colonel was not presently seated behind his desk however, he was seated at one of the chairs in front of it, the other Captains stood behind him, and in front of them sat the most distraught and dirty soldier Jacob had yet seen.
‘I came as soon as I heard, Sir’ he said touching his hat in a brief salute. The only acknowledgement was a nod.
‘Well private, tell us what you saw.’
The Colonel and all of his Captains waited, their eyes fixed on the young soldier whose own eyes, wide and still showing the fright from his ordeal, never left his shirt buttons.
‘We’d only just made it over the rise, sir, when we spotted them. They didn’t see us at first and the Sergeant told us to keep low to the ground, you know to keep ‘em from seeing us and then, I don’t know.’ The young man shrugged looking distraught, ‘One of them must have heard us, or something, though I don’t know how they could have but all of a sudden they were charging at us. Course there’s not much point sending us if we don’t come back so we all scattered. I don’t know how I got away, but I could hear others screaming behind me and I just ran as fast as I could. I nearly ran straight into another group of them but I hid beneath some ruins and they just passed right by me. I was careful not to make a sound but I saw them well enough, there were hundreds of them and I don’t know what they were but they did not look human. They were like the worst kind of mutants, like devils or something. Anyway, so around dawn things started to quiet down a bit and when the sun was out they all seemed gone away somewhere so I came out from where I was hidden and found my way back here. I didn’t see any of the rest of the squad.’
During this recital the Colonel had paced the room and now that the Private was finished he was standing facing the window, his face hidden from view. When he spoke his voice was flat and hard,
‘This man will need to be sedated and I want him to be isolated.’ He turned to, Captain Longstaff of the C company who was his ever-hovering assistant, ‘see to it that he is tested for radiation poisoning and I want him to be kept away from the rest of the men until further notice.’
‘Yes sir.’ The faithful assistant, given his marching orders, gave up his hovering instantly and hustled the soldier out of the room.
The Colonel turned to the other officers then, but his eye was fixed on Jacob, ‘Well, you’ve heard the mans tale as well as I, Captain Clark what do you make of it?’
‘I’d like to believe that the terror of the night played tricks with his mind sir, but I have to say that I think it more likely there’s men out there suffered from radiation poisoning. Probably so mutated can’t even be called men now sir. Though it’s likely the truth could even be some combination of the two.’
The older soldier sat down at his desk and swivelled his chair around to face the window.
‘I believe you are probably quite right,’ he paused for a moment looking out over the harbour where they were anchored.
The silence stretched between them as they all contemplated the implications of the soldiers report and the conclusion that had been drawn. After a few moments the Colonel spoke again, his voice no longer hard and stern but distant.
‘We’ll travel by day to reach Rome, if the scout is to be believed these monsters were everywhere by night but during the day he seemed to have no trouble returning to the base here on his own and while wounded.’
Jacob considered this, surprised that not only had he missed this vital piece of information but also the implications this seemed to have.
‘Yes, perhaps their mutations make them unable to venture into the light of day.’ He replied speaking before he thought. The Colonel immediately swivelled round in his chair and the contemplative mood disappeared like flower under a soldiers boot.
‘There’s to be nothing said to the men about any mutants or radiation or any of it. All they are to know is that the squad was ambushed and only one made it back alive and that he is badly injured, not to be disturbed.’
‘Yes sir.’ The Captains all said in unison
‘I shall give orders to keep the scout under sedation and we shall move out at first light tomorrow. For tonight we’ll stay anchored a little further out to sea, just in case they can pick up some trace of our man coming back.’
‘Shall I give the orders sir?’ Jacob wanted to know
‘Yes, see to it Captain Clark, you are dismissed Captains.’
As soon as Jacob left the Colonel’s office he hurried to the bridge, thinking about the order’s he’d been given. He didn’t agree with the Colonel’s stance that the men shouldn’t be told. Unfortunately as only he and the other officers knew the substance of the Scout’s report there didn’t seem to be anything he could do about it without openly violating his commanders orders. With these thoughts rushing through his head his quick step seemed to get him to the bridge faster than usual. A feeling of urgency had descended on him and he couldn’t seem to shake himself free of the fear that it was extremely important that they move further out of harbour as soon as possible. On entering the bridge the crew there saluted him promptly and he ignored them making straight for the navigators. It was easy for him to see now, with all the windows of the bridge before him, why he felt this pressing need to move further out to sea. The sun was slowly setting on the horizon and, even as the clouds were turning brilliant shades of orange and pink, darkness was creeping ever closer and Jacob realised with a start that he felt some fear of that darkness and what it might bring with it.
‘Sir’ the bridge commander said as he approached.
‘We’re to head a bit further out to sea for the night before deployment commences at first light.’
‘Yes sir’ replied the bridge captain.
Jacob did not stay to see these orders carried out, he knew they would be. Before he had gone more than halfway back to his cabin he could feel the familiar motion of the ship beneath his feet. By the time he got back to his cabin he could see that the coastline was a much more comfortable distance away. Jacob sat at his small writing desk and folded the letter he’d been writing to his wife, he knew that it wouldn’t be long before his Lieutenant showed up wanting to know the details of the meeting and he didn’t want it lying around for him to see. Kyte was an excellent Lieutenant, extremely loyal and trustworthy and Jacob was certain that should the need ever arise he would do anything he could to help anyone that he cared about. Unfortunately Kyte was also a terrible tease and when he got hold of something it would be months before anyone heard the end of it. Kyte always said it was part of his charm, Jacob always said that it was the reason Kyte was still unmarried.
The letter now safely tucked away in a desk draw, Jacob removed his helmet and re-spiked his short brown hair. Having to wear a helmet whenever on deck was one of the more irritating shipboard rules, in his opinion, but like a good soldier he still followed them all to the letter. No sooner had this been done than anticipated knock on the door came, despite knowing exactly who it would be Jacob decided to tease his friend.
“Who is it?” he asked. Kyte was only allowed address him informally when they were alone, if they were in a public place (like a ships corridor) then it had to be Sir. Jacob knew that this often annoyed Kyte and therefore put him in situations where he had to do it whenever possible.
“Lieutenant Peterson, Sir, requesting permission to enter?”
“Come in.”
Kyte entered looking disgruntled, with Angus by his side who was trying not to look too amused.
“Was that really necessary? You knew it would be us!” He demanded as soon as the door closed behind them.
“I didn’t know that, despite the fact that I am your superior officer I am actually not all knowing.” They had all three joined up as infantry together and it was only recently that Jacob had been promoted above the other two.
Kyte scowled briefly but would not be distracted from the purpose of his visit, “Right but there are some things you know that we don’t, like what the scout said?”
Jake sighed but he knew that this question had been coming, and he knew what he had to do.
“They were ambushed, only one of them returned and he’s injured and pretty badly shaken up. We think the trauma of being the only surviving member of his squad has gotten to him because, well, he seems to have cracked completely. The only useful information we got out of him is that the enemy is everywhere by night but no-where to be seen by day, and the enemy are savage. Probably they were driven mad by the wars, but who knows.”
“Right, well that’s not much to go on.”
“No but it’s all we’ve got and the Colonel doesn’t want to risk any more troops on reconnaissance.”
“We could be risking more if we don’t have proper reconnaissance, we could stumble into nest of the buggers without even realising it”
“There was no evidence of them having any kind of weaponry, the scout couldn’t recall hearing any shots fired, so as long as we stay in our planes till we reach Vatican city and go there and get back while it’s light….” Jacob let his sentence trail off unwilling to give them any more reassurance than he felt.
NEXT ... http://the-writings-of-lady-laughalot.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-update-number-1.html
To start you off I'm posting what I've written so far in this new story. Also as part of this special promotion (he, he, he, sorry but I feel like I'm writing an add at the moment) I will be posting at least an additional 100 words per day.
Now be warned, before we begin... this is a work in progress and as part of my new philosophy I am going to finish this project before bothering with any editing or re-writing. The reason for this is simple, what's the point in spending hours editing and revising something if I don't finish it. Also I think there's a better chance of my finishing if I just keep writing! So it is very rough! Of course any comments and constructive criticism is more than welcome. You are also more than welcome to just heap praise on me in encouragement!
So here we go installment numero uno!
Draft 1
Dear Amy,
I miss you more than I miss solid ground beneath my feet, but maybe you’d have to spend weeks at sea to really understand that. We’ve just reached Rome today and the Colonel has ordered reconnaissance, we have to wait for them to get back before we decide how to go into this. I thought I would take the opportunity of writing to you now before we head into the fire, once we go in there who knows when I’ll have a chance to put pen to paper again.
I have to tell you that I’m a bit shocked with Rome. I think sometimes, in the daily humdrum of life in Melbourne, that all other cities of comparable size have been destroyed gets a bit lost. Not that you ever forget of course, we both know that the wars are not something you can ever forget, but more that it gets pushed to the back of your mind that there were ever other cities even approaching the size of Melbourne. To see one of them and to see the kind of condition it’s in, gives you so much more of a sense of everything the war destroyed. I’m torn between wishing that you could see this and being glad that you can’t. This could have been our town, we could have been that generation of Romans that will now never be. It’s a sobering thought. Especially when you consider why we’re here.
I know you’ve always said I should have been a politician rather than a soldier and I never disagreed with you, if we still had elections I probably would be, but I’ve never realised until now how ill suited I really am for this job. This entire situation makes me furious. Firstly, why, after all the destruction that has already occurred here, are people attacking the Vatican, one of the few strongholds of civilisation left? Secondly, why are we being dragged into it? Don’t we already have enough dead of our own? Finally, what on earth am I doing here? I joined the guard to serve the city of Melbourne not to travel halfway round the world and kill people!
The speech that Edward Kennet made to us before we left Amy, you wouldn’t have believed it even if you’d heard it. Full of all the old propaganda style rhetoric, ‘We must stand together or we will all fall’, ‘Your duty is to your country and your country has a duty to it’s friends’. I can’t believe that he thinks no one has ever seen those exact phrases printed on all the faded old war propaganda posters that are still all over the city! His arrogance knows no bounds, I’m certain of it. I’m just as sure that he was behind me being sent here, probably hoping to get me out of the way. He obviously didn’t like how quickly I was promoted, especially after I married a known dissenter. Still as we both know, you can never predict what the consequences of your actions will be. You only have to look at the way we met, if someone had told me that day, when I led my squad out to arrest protesters, that I would end up marrying one of them I’d have thought they were crazy. and I know for sure that you never thought that not only would you not get arrested at the rally but you’d end up marrying one of the soldier!
Anyway, as much as I could spend another hour writing you all the thoughts in my head I can’t. One of our recon squads has returned and I have to get to the debriefing. I’d ask you to pray for me, but I know you already are.
I love you.
Jacob.
Jacob put down his pen and scratched his head, then he stood, stretched and picked up his helmet. He’d been waiting all day for this debriefing so he had been ready to go. He had told his wife the truth in the letter, that he was taking the opportunity to write while he had it but even more than that he was writing to calm his nerves. The reconnaissance team had left early the previous evening and should have been back by dawn, but dawn had come and gone without any sign of them it was now early afternoon and, if his Lieutenant was correct, one of the squad had now returned. Only one of them returning was a bad sign, but not as bad as none of them returning would have been.
His boots clacked against the steel deck of the aircraft carrier as he walked, his stride quick and determined, he was anxious to know what kind of report the man would give. He reached the door of the Colonel’s office and gave a firm rap and when he heard the Colonel’s terse ‘Enter’ he opened the door and stepped into the room. It was a handsome room for all that it was just a shipboard office, many of their meetings were held there so it was large enough to accommodate several officers sitting down and even more standing. At one end, in front of a large window, was a handsome oak desk that Jacob knew to actually belong to the Colonel. The Colonel was not presently seated behind his desk however, he was seated at one of the chairs in front of it, the other Captains stood behind him, and in front of them sat the most distraught and dirty soldier Jacob had yet seen.
‘I came as soon as I heard, Sir’ he said touching his hat in a brief salute. The only acknowledgement was a nod.
‘Well private, tell us what you saw.’
The Colonel and all of his Captains waited, their eyes fixed on the young soldier whose own eyes, wide and still showing the fright from his ordeal, never left his shirt buttons.
‘We’d only just made it over the rise, sir, when we spotted them. They didn’t see us at first and the Sergeant told us to keep low to the ground, you know to keep ‘em from seeing us and then, I don’t know.’ The young man shrugged looking distraught, ‘One of them must have heard us, or something, though I don’t know how they could have but all of a sudden they were charging at us. Course there’s not much point sending us if we don’t come back so we all scattered. I don’t know how I got away, but I could hear others screaming behind me and I just ran as fast as I could. I nearly ran straight into another group of them but I hid beneath some ruins and they just passed right by me. I was careful not to make a sound but I saw them well enough, there were hundreds of them and I don’t know what they were but they did not look human. They were like the worst kind of mutants, like devils or something. Anyway, so around dawn things started to quiet down a bit and when the sun was out they all seemed gone away somewhere so I came out from where I was hidden and found my way back here. I didn’t see any of the rest of the squad.’
During this recital the Colonel had paced the room and now that the Private was finished he was standing facing the window, his face hidden from view. When he spoke his voice was flat and hard,
‘This man will need to be sedated and I want him to be isolated.’ He turned to, Captain Longstaff of the C company who was his ever-hovering assistant, ‘see to it that he is tested for radiation poisoning and I want him to be kept away from the rest of the men until further notice.’
‘Yes sir.’ The faithful assistant, given his marching orders, gave up his hovering instantly and hustled the soldier out of the room.
The Colonel turned to the other officers then, but his eye was fixed on Jacob, ‘Well, you’ve heard the mans tale as well as I, Captain Clark what do you make of it?’
‘I’d like to believe that the terror of the night played tricks with his mind sir, but I have to say that I think it more likely there’s men out there suffered from radiation poisoning. Probably so mutated can’t even be called men now sir. Though it’s likely the truth could even be some combination of the two.’
The older soldier sat down at his desk and swivelled his chair around to face the window.
‘I believe you are probably quite right,’ he paused for a moment looking out over the harbour where they were anchored.
The silence stretched between them as they all contemplated the implications of the soldiers report and the conclusion that had been drawn. After a few moments the Colonel spoke again, his voice no longer hard and stern but distant.
‘We’ll travel by day to reach Rome, if the scout is to be believed these monsters were everywhere by night but during the day he seemed to have no trouble returning to the base here on his own and while wounded.’
Jacob considered this, surprised that not only had he missed this vital piece of information but also the implications this seemed to have.
‘Yes, perhaps their mutations make them unable to venture into the light of day.’ He replied speaking before he thought. The Colonel immediately swivelled round in his chair and the contemplative mood disappeared like flower under a soldiers boot.
‘There’s to be nothing said to the men about any mutants or radiation or any of it. All they are to know is that the squad was ambushed and only one made it back alive and that he is badly injured, not to be disturbed.’
‘Yes sir.’ The Captains all said in unison
‘I shall give orders to keep the scout under sedation and we shall move out at first light tomorrow. For tonight we’ll stay anchored a little further out to sea, just in case they can pick up some trace of our man coming back.’
‘Shall I give the orders sir?’ Jacob wanted to know
‘Yes, see to it Captain Clark, you are dismissed Captains.’
As soon as Jacob left the Colonel’s office he hurried to the bridge, thinking about the order’s he’d been given. He didn’t agree with the Colonel’s stance that the men shouldn’t be told. Unfortunately as only he and the other officers knew the substance of the Scout’s report there didn’t seem to be anything he could do about it without openly violating his commanders orders. With these thoughts rushing through his head his quick step seemed to get him to the bridge faster than usual. A feeling of urgency had descended on him and he couldn’t seem to shake himself free of the fear that it was extremely important that they move further out of harbour as soon as possible. On entering the bridge the crew there saluted him promptly and he ignored them making straight for the navigators. It was easy for him to see now, with all the windows of the bridge before him, why he felt this pressing need to move further out to sea. The sun was slowly setting on the horizon and, even as the clouds were turning brilliant shades of orange and pink, darkness was creeping ever closer and Jacob realised with a start that he felt some fear of that darkness and what it might bring with it.
‘Sir’ the bridge commander said as he approached.
‘We’re to head a bit further out to sea for the night before deployment commences at first light.’
‘Yes sir’ replied the bridge captain.
Jacob did not stay to see these orders carried out, he knew they would be. Before he had gone more than halfway back to his cabin he could feel the familiar motion of the ship beneath his feet. By the time he got back to his cabin he could see that the coastline was a much more comfortable distance away. Jacob sat at his small writing desk and folded the letter he’d been writing to his wife, he knew that it wouldn’t be long before his Lieutenant showed up wanting to know the details of the meeting and he didn’t want it lying around for him to see. Kyte was an excellent Lieutenant, extremely loyal and trustworthy and Jacob was certain that should the need ever arise he would do anything he could to help anyone that he cared about. Unfortunately Kyte was also a terrible tease and when he got hold of something it would be months before anyone heard the end of it. Kyte always said it was part of his charm, Jacob always said that it was the reason Kyte was still unmarried.
The letter now safely tucked away in a desk draw, Jacob removed his helmet and re-spiked his short brown hair. Having to wear a helmet whenever on deck was one of the more irritating shipboard rules, in his opinion, but like a good soldier he still followed them all to the letter. No sooner had this been done than anticipated knock on the door came, despite knowing exactly who it would be Jacob decided to tease his friend.
“Who is it?” he asked. Kyte was only allowed address him informally when they were alone, if they were in a public place (like a ships corridor) then it had to be Sir. Jacob knew that this often annoyed Kyte and therefore put him in situations where he had to do it whenever possible.
“Lieutenant Peterson, Sir, requesting permission to enter?”
“Come in.”
Kyte entered looking disgruntled, with Angus by his side who was trying not to look too amused.
“Was that really necessary? You knew it would be us!” He demanded as soon as the door closed behind them.
“I didn’t know that, despite the fact that I am your superior officer I am actually not all knowing.” They had all three joined up as infantry together and it was only recently that Jacob had been promoted above the other two.
Kyte scowled briefly but would not be distracted from the purpose of his visit, “Right but there are some things you know that we don’t, like what the scout said?”
Jake sighed but he knew that this question had been coming, and he knew what he had to do.
“They were ambushed, only one of them returned and he’s injured and pretty badly shaken up. We think the trauma of being the only surviving member of his squad has gotten to him because, well, he seems to have cracked completely. The only useful information we got out of him is that the enemy is everywhere by night but no-where to be seen by day, and the enemy are savage. Probably they were driven mad by the wars, but who knows.”
“Right, well that’s not much to go on.”
“No but it’s all we’ve got and the Colonel doesn’t want to risk any more troops on reconnaissance.”
“We could be risking more if we don’t have proper reconnaissance, we could stumble into nest of the buggers without even realising it”
“There was no evidence of them having any kind of weaponry, the scout couldn’t recall hearing any shots fired, so as long as we stay in our planes till we reach Vatican city and go there and get back while it’s light….” Jacob let his sentence trail off unwilling to give them any more reassurance than he felt.
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