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michelel72) wrote2020-01-12 07:38 pm
michelel72) wrote2020-01-12 07:38 pm
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Sunday snippet 1/12: Untitled Silver sequel
Still plugging away at that sequel. Had to spike a couple of pages because they were too much internal revelation, too soon; and I'm sad because there were a couple of nice interactions in there, and I can't see how to recover them, at least yet. I think I'm finally nearing the end of a first draft, though.
After several long, thoughtful seconds, the lieutenant turns to his computer and pokes around on it for a while, frowning at the screen. "What was your last day off?" he asks finally.
"First half of this week," Jack says, wry.
"Not if the unions win. They're pushing for this 'magic' business to be handled as injury-in-the-line. Before that." He gives Jack a few seconds to try to remember and then looks to Tonya. "Smith, what about you?"
"Tuesday," she says, but he shakes his head.
"Unions are pushing for wrangling to be considered duty, too, and even if they weren't, you were doing that on my say."
"Wait," Jack says, frowning. "You worked Wednesday? But — when I said you could go back to work, that was just because I didn't know our schedule. It wasn't an order."
Tonya catches herself very nearly laughing at the image of the awestruck kid he was on Tuesday trying to give her orders, despite the very inappropriate setting now for that reaction, and that clues her in to where the lieutenant is going with this. She's getting punchy, she can't remember her last proper day off —
"Take the next two days. Both of you."
… Well, crap. She starts reassessing hastily.
After several long, thoughtful seconds, the lieutenant turns to his computer and pokes around on it for a while, frowning at the screen. "What was your last day off?" he asks finally.
"First half of this week," Jack says, wry.
"Not if the unions win. They're pushing for this 'magic' business to be handled as injury-in-the-line. Before that." He gives Jack a few seconds to try to remember and then looks to Tonya. "Smith, what about you?"
"Tuesday," she says, but he shakes his head.
"Unions are pushing for wrangling to be considered duty, too, and even if they weren't, you were doing that on my say."
"Wait," Jack says, frowning. "You worked Wednesday? But — when I said you could go back to work, that was just because I didn't know our schedule. It wasn't an order."
Tonya catches herself very nearly laughing at the image of the awestruck kid he was on Tuesday trying to give her orders, despite the very inappropriate setting now for that reaction, and that clues her in to where the lieutenant is going with this. She's getting punchy, she can't remember her last proper day off —
"Take the next two days. Both of you."
… Well, crap. She starts reassessing hastily.
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