"Remember, there is no pay out for taking down a Patchwork. It really is a shame what happened at the boardwalk, but I beg you not to let your personal vendettas interfere with the task at hand. Afterwards, if you must take a swing at your brothers' killer I will not personally hold it against you." Tyler nodded again when Greer had finished speaking. To himself Greer almost laughed. This punk, crossing out a patchwork? Highly improbable.
Greer activated the remote and the electronic cuffs binding Tyler’s arms snapped open and he massaged his bruised wrists.
“Go along now.” Greer said as he walked back to his car. “Play nice with the other kids.” Tyler was left standing in a cloud of dust as the two cars peeled away down the highway in the sunset glow.
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I know what you mean about not having time. Finals week is coming for me, so I only stop in periodically to do a little reading when I need a break. No time to write these days!"
This is turning into a crazy hybrid of The Fugitive, Terminator, Blade Runner, and Smokin' Aces... and potentially Minority Report. Let's see what else we can fit in here.. hehe."
Don't let this awesome story die. :D"
And yes, please, come add a piece. Always happy to see more folks come out and play. :)"
Homework? What homework?
Oh. That homework. *sigh*
;)"
And the fascination for me in collaborative fiction is seeing which direction the next writer takes it. It's almost never where it would have gone if I wrote it all, so I'm always happy if someone wants to come play."
I'll have to think long and hard to come up with something good, because I really want to add to this one. :)"