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This snippet is from Emmily, Unbound, an SFR story.She and her dog, Murphy, have moved to the mountains of Pennsylvania into an old, remote, hunting camp her parents willed to her. On her first day there, along a desolate road she's been forced at gunpoint to haul a wounded man and his 'crew' to her house.A week since the abduction has gone by. She's making a supply run. Kade--one of the aliens--has gone with her to make sure she doesn't contact authorities to alert them to alien presence.Last week ended with them arguing over what she wants to buy at a sporting goods store.
The snippet ended with:
He shakes his head. “Are you lying to me about a baseball bat? Do you plan to purchase a gun to use…against me on the way home?”
We continue from there:
“For Christ’s sake, Kade, I want the bat to use as a weapon. I don’t plan on buying a gun. I’m scared of guns. And the bat is a good, general purpose weapon.”
Kade’s eyes widen. “For Genrael purpose?”
“That’s what I just said. I put the bat on the need-to-purchase list I made the first night I was up here, when I was alone with Murph. I saw someone in the woods, and it scared me… I…”
“Someone in the woods? Near your home?”
A few more lines if you wish to read on:
“Yes. Just across the parking area. Blond hair…”
I stop. I know already from Kade’s expression... A blond… I was so stupid
“It was Breen scouting for a place of refuge. Now that you know, you see that there is no need for a weapon. We will not buy a baseball bat.”
“What the… Why? Why not!”
“No bat, Emmily. You just admitted to me—to the man sworn to protect Genrael—that you want the bat to use on him.”
“I did not say that!”
“You did. When you said you were afraid of guns. The baseball bat is a good, Genrael purpose weapon.”
They really need to sort out this general/Genrael stuff. (It's coming) ;-)
The working blurb for this story:
After losing everything that bound her to her ordinary and happy life, Emmily has one plan: move to the mountains and never-ever give her heart away again.
But everything goes sideways when a UFO crash-lands nearby, and on a desolate road she’s waylaid by men demanding help for their injured ‘General’. He’s confused, bleeding, and sweet Lord, good looking—even while sneering and growling at her.