Believe it or not, I did something I haven’t done in quite some time: I wrote over a thousand words in a few hours and finished the scene I started yesterday with a total of nearly seventeen hundred words.
Yeah, I’m a little surprised myself, but the thing is, as I started in on this back end of the vision Annie and Kerry are sharing, I got to about five hundred and fifty words and decided I couldn’t stop there, that I had to see it through to the end. So I kept at it and added another five hundred words–and brought the scene to an end.
So, we saw Annie and Kerry arrive at a cafe to meet with someone–a woman from the sounds of things. Now, if you will, sit back and enjoy the rest of the vision, presented without interruption.
(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017, 2018 by Cassidy Frazee)
You remove your backpack before you sit and address the maitre d’ before he leaves. “Do you still have those amazing limeaids?” He says they do. “Could we have two, please?” He takes your order and departs while you both sit. You tug at the helix piercing in your left ear. “How long before you think she arrives?”
Kerry sets his backpack on the ground next to yours. “I’m surprised she isn’t here already.”
“I don’t imagine we’ll have to wait long—”
Just then the waiter approaches with your limeaids, only there are three on his tray. There’s a reason for that: as he sets the glasses down he announces that your guest has arrived. You stand as your guest also removes her backpack and sets it down across from you, which gives you time to examine her—
She’s dressed no differently that you: comfortable slacks, tee shirt and loose jacket, well-worn hiking boots. She’s about Kerry’s height, with jet black hair and a rich, light brown complexion. If you’d seen her walk by on the street you might not have even noticed her, but here it’s easy to see that she carries herself in a way that indicates she’s used to being in charge.
As you all sit you cast a glance at her eyes. They are a dark brown bordering on black and that makes the colored flecks you’re looking for even easier to see. Yes, she’s exactly who you believed her to be—
The woman speaks as soon as the waiter is gone. “I went ahead and ordered a selection of small plates for us. I hope you don’t mind.”
Kerry shakes his head. “Not at all. I mean, this is your meeting.”
“Yes, it is.” She looked at you then back to Kerry. “I wasn’t certain you’d come.”
“I never pass on a cryptic meeting request.” You rest the left side of you fast against your propped-up hand for a moment. “I mean, how could we pass up this opportunity?”
“And why do you consider it an opportunity?”
You ignore the question and ask the one on your mind. “Why did you want to see us?”
Your guest gets right to the point. “There’s something I’d like you to do.”
Kerry feigns surprise. “Us? Why would you want us?”
The woman takes a sip of her limeaid before answering. “I need a pair of highly skilled Foundation operatives who have—shall we say, a particular skill set that will come in handy for the operation in question. And I know you two are up to the task—” She takes another sip and looks to see if anyone is listening. “You come highly recommended.”
Though you already suspect the answer you ask the question. “Recommended by whom?”
Your guest doesn’t even try to avoid the question. “A couple of family members.”
You exchange glances with Kerry, who also isn’t surprised by the revelation. He clears his throat before speaking. “Once again, why do you want us? Isn’t this something you can handle?”
“Contrary to what you might believe, I can’t do everything—” The woman seems on the verge of a chuckle, but doesn’t. “Just like you I can be stretched thin, which makes trying to handle every problem that comes up a problem unto itself. And one such problem is coming up. As much as I’d like to handle this myself, I find it might not be possible. Ergo—” She holds out her hands, indicating you both. “I find it necessary to—what’s the word you use? Subcontract.” She smiles as she give a quick nod. “That’s it: I’m subcontracting this problem.”
A sickening feeling hits your gut as you consider the times you’ve encountered members of your guest’s “family” and you wonder about the task she has for you. “So what is—what is this problem?”
The woman holds out her hand towards Kerry. “May I see your phone?” Kerry hands it over without question and she begins tapping the screen, obviously pulling up information. After twenty seconds she returns the phone to its owner. “In forty-eight hours—give or take an hour—I need you at that location.”
Kerry examines the phone as his fingers move over the display. After a few seconds his eyebrows raise while a skeptical look takes over his face. He glances up at your guest. “You’re shitting me.”
Your guest shows no emotion. “I assure you, I’m not.”
He hands the phone to you. “Look.”
You examine the display and recognize the location pinpointed on the map. “You want us to go there? Why?”
“Because it’s necessary.” For the first time your guest seems slightly perplexed. “I can’t say for certain what’s going to happen, but I know that forty-eight hours from now, you need to be there to prevent whatever it is that’s going to happen.”
You raise your hands in a questioning shrug. “And how are we to stop something if we don’t know what it is we’re supposed to stop?”
“That’s a good question—” It’s also one your guest doesn’t answer, at least not directly. “I would suggest you get there early and take backup. I’m certain that with a bit of arm-twisting you can probably get a company of Marshals to help out.”
Kerry snorts. “Oh, yeah, The Foundation just hands those out like it’s nothing.” After a soft sigh he speaks with less sarcasm. “If we don’t go, what will happen? Do you know?”
A few moments of silence fall over the table as your guest considers Kerry’s questions. When she decides to answer, it’s in a low, tense tone. “I don’t know what will happen exactly: all I’ve been told is that it’ll be bad.”
Kerry jumps in before you have a chance to speak. “I’m a little fuzzy on the bad thing. What exactly does that mean?”
“It means whatever is going to happen will expand beyond the confines of that location not long after.” Your guest’s tone become even softer and more dire. “It means there will be implications that will affect not only you witches, but Normal humankind as well. I means if you decide not to act, millions—maybe tens of millions—will die.” She gives her head a slight tilt as she raises one eyebrow. “Does that give you a better understanding of the meaning of bad?”
Kerry nods slowly and gives a half sigh, half chuckle that you find slightly worrisome. You touch his left hand. “Is something the matter, my love?”
“No. It’s just—” He looks up with the touch of a smirk on his lips. “Why is it when something like this happens, we’re always the ones who are called upon…”
And there you have it–although, what was that Kerry was saying at the end. Well, if you know me–and I’m certain you do–it means that Kerry’s likely to finish that statement in public as he comes out of the vision.
Or… maybe not.
I guess you’ll have to wait until I post the start of the next scene.