One to Three Two One

Robert Quick

Where the -@!# did my muse go?

Writer, dreamer, knight, shackled by entertainment . . . and people.

Casey stood there in all white, like a neon blade gleaming against the darkness of the oncoming storm. Her hair and skirt whipped about her in the great gusts of winds that battered the city with invisible fists, but she didn't move.

The thick mass of clouds filled the sky, pregnant with rain and low enough to the ground to make the upper two thirds of Domino Tower's rifle barrel shape disappear behind them. With an abrupt flash of lightning and the low groan of thunder, rain began to fall, and in it appeared two figures behind her.

“I thought you weren't coming.” Casey said without turning.

“I'm not. She is.” One figure nodded to the other with a jerk of her chin before continuing. “Jen thinks it's still too soon for me to be out on the battlefield, even for something as important as this. I wouldn't be much help or worse yet, I'd just get in your way.”

"Are you sure you're ready?" Casey asked.

Silent and somewhat hesitant, the second figure nodded once, and then again more firmly.

"Good. It's time."


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