Tweet of the Day: Writing Excuses 7.26: Q&A at UVU part 2
Over the Principality of Wales, 9 August, 21:24 hrs GMT
My stomach flipped every time the helicopter dipped over a hill. The men around me sat quietly in the dark, all of them Special Air Service. Owen squeezed a clammy hand over mine. He projected a veil of confidence for my benefit. Captain Winters looked down the row of seats. He frowned every time his eyes met Owen’s. The whole plan was crazy. Take a team of Special Forces troops with one sword wielding civilian and his psychic…boyfriend and sped into the heart of the enemy in the middle of the night. Nor did we have the time to get to know each other. The soldiers carried an air of confidence about them, like they seen it all and done it twice. They spoke in a strange clipped tongue of military jargon. Half of the time I nodded and kept my mouth shut.
The plan was simple, fly as close to the base of the target mountain as possible, link up with Martin and his group of necromancers and when they had done their thing we would hike up the mountain, sneak into the enemy camp and kill them. Never mind that the PM’s recent speech meant the enemy knew we were coming.
The machine hovered a dark hilltop. A moment later, a red light came on and the rear ramp opened. We filed out of it and into a fold in the landscape. The rotor blades wiped the wind around us. On the ground waited another detachment of SAS plus Martin with his wide brimmed hat.
“”Gwen, so good too see you,” he said with a nod.
“I never thanked you for saving my life,” I said.
“Never underestimate the power of a bored imp,” he said.
Captain Winters stepped up, “What is our ETA?”
“We will be ready by tomorrow night, at the earliest,” he said with a deep frown.
“Loads,” he looked to the north. A large gray obscured the top of Eyri. “No man, no matter how powerful he claims to be can alter reality in such a way. This has the mark of the Otherworld.”
“I feared as much,” I said.
“Excuse me,” interrupted Captain Winters, “but what does that mean?”
Martin looked down at the captain, “It means this will be the toughest enemy you will ever face. Be ready for anything.”
“We always are,” said the captain with an unshakable air of confidence.
“And what is our next move Martin?” I asked.
“I have to go back to my group, and you, well, you wait.”