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They hit him where he is most vulnerable, but Will always gets back up.
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Chapter Twenty-Eight WORLD END: T-minus 98 days, 0 hours, and 45 minutes PMO, Parliament Hill, Ottawa, Ontario The Prime Minister's Private Office was a sanctuary of cold, polished elegance, a place where the fate of nations was distilled into the quiet rustle of paper and the soft glow of a desk lamp. That morning, it felt more like a tomb. The only light was a single brass lamp on the vast, empty desk, its pool of illumination carving long, desperate shadows that dan
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In fact I will add a clarifying scene into tomorrow's chapter to sort this out, I live by a maxim that if I have to explain outside of the story what's going on, I have done something wrong. So I will do it right, and fix it/clarify in the text what is going on.
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at this precise point, Will thinks Andrew is cracking under stress. That it is the job, and the situation, and Will is squarely blaming himself for it. He has not been informed of the Lisinitor as of this point. As it stands at this precise point, no one knows what the drug does. Only Yani and the DG know about McLeod's threat, and are working on it.
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Give me a chance to get there.... I'm getting there... just... a chance. Yani's in the house, up stairs, working to find Peter. You weren't supposed to know that, now you do.... :: grumbles about his precious plot and evil readers poking holes in it:: Yani's got this... trust the Yani, the Yani's awesomeness...
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Also a lot of these events are happening concurrently
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this is the problem with serialization, it does distort pacing.
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Action requires investigation. Right now they know McLeod has talked to Abernathy, and that there is a drug prescribed to SOMEONE, a drug they cannot identify. They also know there is an altered order. Yani is also busy trying to locate Peter, Matt et al. The DG must also decide what he wants to do with McLeod, burn her, turn her, or use her. Proceed with Caution, Danger ahead.
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Coyote Steals the Sun and four Coyote Holds the Wind Each one tide to an element, and a season. All four take place over a year. Next up, Australia, where Steve needs protecting while he again, saves the world. Brian FINALLY get's his new car. And Kenny gets to complain loudly about always ending up neck deep in Coyote Drama while wielding a large rifle.
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Kenny and Steve save the World, there is a epilogue to this, so final posting will be tomorrow. Glad you lot have enjoyed it
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Chapter 18: The Price The silence that followed Enrico Alvarez’s declaration—"The Coyote has come to collect his due"—lasted only a single heart beat. Wolf, recognizing the absolute end of his empire and the personal hatred in Enrico’s eyes, didn't waste time with dialogue. His face contorted from fury to primal panic. “Kill him! Now!” Wolf demanded, scrambling backward toward the relative safety of the massive, looming concrete of the dam wall, desperately clutching his briefcase.
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P.E.T. It's interesting. I've been working and refining these last few chapters. Working on Will specifically because I am seeing a need to change some of the ways Will thinks, and operates. he can't be Mister Smith Goes to Washington, it doesn't work anymore. He's been that man. You can't fight the man when you are the man.
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Will is about to have his three ghosts moment.
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Somehow still not enough cups for this morning.
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Chapter Twenty-Seven WORLD END: T-minus 99 days, 16 hours, and 45 minutes 24 Sussex Drive, Ottawa, Ontario The grand hallway of 24 Sussex Drive, usually a corridor of hushed, historical significance, was a landscape of discarded cushions and frantic energy. The deep velvet curtains were drawn against the November snow, muffling the sounds of official Ottawa. Weston, Jacob, and Tommy, clad in comfortable—if slightly stained—tracksuits, slid to a halt just inside the kitchen
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You might be right there, so Caleb's in Toronto "P :: draws a technicality card ::
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Nope, and no one in Ottawa is aware, yet, of Pierre Thorne's aspirations.
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so after this one, I have :
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Told you all, Steve and Kenny save the world
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Chapter 17: The Hijacking The hum of the server room was a low, aggressive drone, a physical manifestation of a trillion computations happening every second. It was the sound of Wolf’s final, catastrophic will being executed. Steve, hunched over the primary console, didn't need a status display to feel the pressure; the air itself felt heavy, charged with impending disaster. In the center of the main display was a timer, ticking down through minutes and seconds. 00:09:47 B
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