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Down the Rabbit Hole - Chapter Five

Friday, January 5, 2007

Mal and Simon on the run from the Feds. Not slash. This chapter: Out of the frying pan? Thanks for your support, have a nice weekend.

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They sat in silence for the next hour, watching the light outside fade. Simon passed the weight of the pistol from palm to palm. He’d handled a gun before, he thought somewhat petulantly. Fired it voluntarily, and in defense of the man who sat 20 feet away, judging him. The fact that he didn’t choose to carry a weapon didn’t make him less of a man. Just because he didn’t have a twisted perception of a gun being a natural extension of himself,didn’t derive pleasure from threatening others with it, the way some seemed to… Maybe he’d stroll over and remind the fei hun sheng ji sheng wu of a captain of how he’d taken up arms with the rest of the crew to storm a heavily-manned skyplex and save him from a mad torturer.

Mal tapped his shoulder and Simon failed miserably at not jumping.

“Take off your vest, Doc.”

“My...what?”

Mal was shrugging out of his long coat. “Your vest. We’re goin’ back among folk, be best not to wear what they’re like to identify us by.”

“Oh.” Simon unbuttoned his bright madras vest and handed it to Mal, who rolled it up inside his own coat, and stuffed both garments into one of the lifesaver niches.

“Fit the gun here.” Mal tucked the pistol in the back of Simon’s belt and eyed him critically. “Can’t do much about the rest of you, but… muss your hair up some. Fella on the “Wanted” capture’s got neat hair.”

Simon numbly rubbed his hair back and forth in a method that reminded him of every condescending adult he’d ever know. Yes, a brilliant plan, disheveling his hair to avoid the Alliance. He’d look properly unkempt when they were surrounded by troops. Suit his criminal image.

“Haven’t heard any Air Search,” Mal continued, “could be that’s not a problem. But we move quick, and if you’re coming, you keep your head down, and you listen to what I tell you, dong le ma? Should be some form of A

Comments
Friday, 05 January 2007 22:33
You know, I cheated and read this... and the suspence is still killing me.

Poor Well-Beyond-Level-Three Simon, and his 'rebel element'.
Friday, 05 January 2007 23:49
Yep, still hooked and dying for more! Great job, Ali D :~)
You can't take the sky from me
Saturday, 06 January 2007 04:20
Nicely done. I promise, though, I wrote my "Level Three" before reading yours.

"Rebel element, armed. Catchy." Loved that.


"And now I'm learning about carrying."


Rob O.
Saturday, 06 January 2007 06:14
Mal can't lose his coat can he?! Tell me he gets the coat back!!

I'm so hooked... can't wait till the next installment.
Saturday, 06 January 2007 17:48
Very nice, just now jumped in, looking for more. Always enjoy Mal's thought processes.
SNOZWANGLER
Sunday, 07 January 2007 07:47
This story is imersive. I'm hanging on waiting for each chapter.
Monday, 08 January 2007 03:43
Murphy's Law comes a'callin' once again, eh homespun? Cuz why should it surprise Mal and Simon that a single engineer on a Rim planet would warrant only a one-person hovercraft for maintenance checks?

;)

Gotta say though...loved Simon's internal monologue slanging Mal and Mal's parting shot to Simon in this chapter about how he's gonna be worth a lot more than a level 4 search once the engineer's body's found:)

BEB

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