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Scribblings by Lizbeth
A lie on the throne is a lie still, and truth in a dungeon is truth still.
April 26th, 2006 
Xander_Africa_Scatterlings
Gah! Got home at 10 p.m. from work. I'm too wired to sleep, but I'm exhausted at the same time. Deadline is tomorrow. I suspect I'll be very late in gettig home. 

*grumbles about deadlines that are unrealistic*

For the Scatterlings and Orphanages Africander Fiction Challenge from ludditerobot.

For all previous parts, go here.
Continued from Part 34.

Mr. Harris then held out his right fist so it was parallel to the left. “This is all of our Slayers. Even as we speak, they are sneakily surrounding our bad guys and waiting for the sun to go down. When the assorted bad guys make a run for Joe, we’ll be right on top of them. They’ll be dusted so fast, they won’t feel the stakes.”

I cleared my throat. “Why not attack them now? While the sun is still up?”

It appeared my question had struck home. Every eye in the hut swung to Mr. Harris. I credited the distinct feeling of electric panic to the fact that I had easily spotted a problem with his plan.



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