And it’s so easy to feel badass with the headphones on, with the bass up. Agnes rocks her wrists to keep from dancing.
“I’m not afraid of the dark!” she exulted to Diego, earlier.
“No?”
“I got my black belt, D,” she said. “My black belt.”
He laughed. “You’re that much better than you were last week?”
“I gotta go. The police want me to register my hands.”
Agnes bops the shadows between streetlights, looking down all the alleys. This new and easy confidence. Sneaker Pimps and her hoodie.
You want some of this, she thinks.
Are you talking to me!
Friday, September 2, 2005
“Want to take a break after this wave!” Longshanks roars as he hooks a scaling ladder off the rampart.
“What time is it!” Pellegrin jerks his face away from a hot spray of goblin blood.
“Almost end of shift!”
“Sure!”
The water cooler is next to the pitch cauldrons. Longshanks always thought that was dumb.
“We need a better siege process,” he sighs. “Our quartermaster’s not ISO-certified. What if we get audited?”
Pellegrin snorts. “They can’t sieze our assets if we eat them all.”
“Exactly!” says Longshanks. “No starvation plan! Are we supposed to eat the children first, or what?”
Thursday, September 1, 2005