Canadian Air Force, they don't have much, but they make up for it with sheer skill.
I know some of the most amazing stories of rescues from some of the most extreme and hazardous places on the planet that this brave men and women do. The forest firefighting operations, the water bombers which were sent to fight the California wild fires. Brilliant people.
The arrogance of a man who thought his little Cage in the middle of nowhere would do the job.
Undone by a stoner, a gamer, and a middle-aged Dad using a PlayStation.
Oh and West's Size 11's.
Next up for West, finding Sarah. He's owed a bit of payback.
Oh and I fixed the time stamp thingy... if there is ever an error again, take the real time date as written, it's easier for me to spot than the T - minus one... Which I swear was correct when I wrote this ruddy thing.
Canada has a lot of Markers.
I know that one of our closest Allies, The Netherlands, will remember. That friendship, born of Canadian blood and sacrifice, has always been respected by the Dutch. A bond of honour that goes back to Market Garden. The yearly gift of Tulips to Canada is more than symbolic.
Chapter Four
December 5th, 07:00 PM EST
WORLD END: T-minus 96 days, 16 hours, and 00 minutes.
The Northern Rockies, British Columbia/Yukon Border.
Operation Sifton Ghost
The air inside the heavy-lift CH-149 Cormorant transport helicopter was a chaotic compression of noise and vibration—a deafening, physical assault against the silence West Harding desperately craved. The powerful turbine engines hammered a relentless, rhythmic beat against the cold air, shaking
@@#%$#@$ I have just seen that EVERY single time stamp in this damn book so far has been corrupted.
No wonder the confusion. It isn't supposed to jump back in time, ever. Unless specifically pointed out)
I don't have time tonight to fix an error this large, I will just apologize and try to fix it tomorrow.
no, no the time stamp is messed up on this chapter, I've been working all day on chapter's four and five... and haven't fixed it.
Seriously, ignore the time stamps, they're junk... I will (going forward) give real dates ahead of the time stamps to ensure they are working as intended.
The AI thingy doesn't understand that it is a COUNTDOWN, it thinks it is supposed to count up, and it's being a pain in the bum.
I will try to fix the time stamp now, just know I need to sleep if I am to get tomorrow's chapters done... it's very late for me right now
Oh, I already know, and it is very Will Carter.
And it doesn't involve unleashing the Canadian Reserve Air Force of mosquitos and Canada Geese... he isn't that cruel
Seriously, it's like dealing with a Drunk Teaching Assistant... which I have had to do...
I once had to yank a TA out of a CHILD DEVELOPMENT lab, because he'd walked in with a bottle of Vodka, and decided to teach 8 year olds while slugging back hits...
And this arguement with AI went about as smoothly as being dragged over sandpaper for a mile by Jack the horse.
:: curses the damn time stamps ::
So I finally figured out what is going on with the ruddy things.
The AI pass I do over the chapter to fix continuity errors. is misreading the times stamps and altering them in an attempt to be "helpful"
I am not catching this until much later... Bloody machines... So I have yelled at the thing for a few hours... I know... my blood pressure and AI don't mix, I hate the thing. You may notice in the text the occasional BOLD highlighted name, title or something, that is also the AI being helpful and correcting mistakes I made as I type far too fast for my own good. So... I blame machines and totally not my dementia riddled old brain.
i am half tempted to have the Posse confuse the hell out of them with a lot of fake kissing, mooning, and one of them dressed in drag.... but that would break the mood... funny as hell... but mood breaking... We all know it would be the Hickey boy that would put the dress on. They do look amazing in a dress!
:: insert a Lydia snort here ::
1. jack ate them.... 'cause screw them not including Grey.
2. Theo nicked 'em, cause he's fed up with them blocking his plays for Elias.
3. Bobby confiscated them, in the name of the Law... and HE IS THE LAW! :: best Sly Stallone voice ::
or
4. Madame Lauralei had them served to them in a stew seasoned with the local spittoon.
**Chapter 7: The Ledger and the Lure**
The dust of victory in Silver Creek had a bitter taste. It settled not just on the splintered wood of the jailhouse and the charred skeleton of the Hickeys' wagon, but over the spirits of the townsfolk. The Red Sash gang was broken, but a new, colder fear had taken root, one that couldn't be fought with a Winchester or a fast draw.
It was the fear of being itemized.
For two days, Mr. Black and Mr. White had been conducting their sil
Caleb is a media attack dog, and Lisa is a master spin doctor, between them the narrative should be interesting. Throw Brody in there and you get a dream team of media that will tap dance their way to a narrative that will play the situation perfectly.
The President has inadvertently given away the one currency that Will Carter can gamble with, Time.
The Power Play (see what I did there) can only last for so long, Will needs to come up with something fast, that doesn't involve him selling the country to China, or surrendering the Arctic to Russia.