A/N Hi all… still sick here, but hopefully a little more coherent than I have been… I’m going to try and take this into a little more serious plot now… Who’d have thought? This was supposed to be a short little vignette, one small scene, and now it’s really taken off! I owe it all to those of you who’ve read and supported this story. I can’t think of a better bunch of people to write for! Thank-you so much.
Go back and read the Other Parts: Choices – Part 9 by 2x2 Whelton Tomás, commonly known as ‘Whelt’ to his acquaintances, ran his knuckles along his jaw, feeling for stubble as he waited for his wave to connect. Four months on this backwater moon had done little to lift his spirits, but today, all that was going to change. Not that he could complain about ‘work’ he’d been paid to do – settle in town, get nice and cozy with the local underbelly, and wait for the quarry to arrive. And if he’d stirred up a bit a trouble along the way, all the better as far as his employer was concerned. Afterall, Whelt was supposed to be the scapegoat once all this was over. ‘Course, he’d be long off moon by that time, and much, much wealthier. “Ah, Mr. Tomás,” came the voice of his employer from the blank vid screen. Whelt had never seen the face of the man who’d hired him,
ai, the set up, the set up...the drama! love it!
You can't take the sky from me
And ooooh, the delicious manipulation!They're being played, reacting to every tug on the puppet string without even knowing. Excellent!! Most intriguing..
*chants* niska! niska! niska!
oh, wait...that sounds like i'm rooting for niska!!! no!!!! bad niska, bad!
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Anyway, just wanted to thank all of you for still reading this thing...
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