Friday, January 26, 2007

(...cont)

cut that last paragraph out and stick it way at the end or in the middle for a plot change...

Cartwright wandered the halls of the courthouse for days on end. There wasn't anything to accomplish, he was just doing his job. Protect the local government, downsize the threat. On a minuscule level they had no chance against attackers, the federal government was unreachable... impervious... or so the public thought.

"Step down" the page yelled at him while he daydreamed... he didn't even notice he had raised his gun... raising alarm in the vicinity. He lowered his gun and blushed sheepishly... he was there to keep the peace, not disturb it... he would surely be disciplined for this, and all because his mind wanders. He radioed in to his relief for a break and sat in the hall, gun tucked between his knees and his chest.

(...cont...)

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