Hubby and I had a good weekend. Friday night was spent at our son’s concert (orchestra) – he cleans up pretty well and looks snazzy in a tux. On Saturday, we saw The Gentlemen. The first twenty minutes, we were pretty skeptical. Not one laugh in the whole theater, and it was soooo slow. Despite the movie having a fantastic cast, I prepared for disappointment. But then it really took off, and received two thumbs up from us. For me, Charlie Hunnam and Colin Farrell were standouts. Check it out if you have time.
Something I saw on social media gave me a good laugh, and for all you writers out there, I’m betting you’ll have the same reaction. Someone new to the industry – he’d never written a book, but had plans for one plus a sequel – stated he’d just live off the royalties for the first book while writing the second. I’ll wait while you get a tissue to wipe away your tears of laughter. It may come as a shock to some people, but none of us are in this business to get rich. The majority of authors, both traditional and indie, have day jobs. For a lot of us, writing is as necessary as breathing. We can’t rest until the words are on the paper – or the characters won’t let us rest until their stories are told. I hope it works out for him – it’s good to have goals – but talk about rude awakenings. Poor guy.
Time for another teaser from Subject A36! In this scene from Asher’s perspective, the Insurgents are in a strategy meeting planning their next mission, when they’re interrupted by a radio communication to Noah. If you read my post from this past Friday, you know Noah is the Controller of this sector of Insurgents. He’s just received information that several incoming vehicles have breached the outer barrier of their compound. And they’re not Insurgents.
His radio crackled again. “Ten trucks. And I picked up five helicopters on radar.”
Noah stared into space, his eyes unfocused. I knew the decision he warred with, and it’s something we’d planned for, a protocol Patrick had put in place but hoped would never be necessary.
He took a deep breath. “Evacuation Protocol. Send it out immediately.”
We’d drilled the Evacuation Protocol on a regular basis in the event our compound was infiltrated and we were forced to fight or withdraw. First Patrick, and then Noah, made sure we were prepared if the time ever came.
And that time was here.
My gaze shot to Brynn. Not all of us would escape this.
Some of us would die.