STORM ADVISORY IN EFFECT
In my business, we not only understand chaos theory, we totally abide by it. Chaos happens. Always plan for speed.
Either the Djinn was putting me on, which would be seriously unfunny, or the spell was coming from Elsewhere. I hoped not an Elsewhere that began with the letter Hell.
I got a bad feeling. "No offense, but can I at least get some proof this message is from Lewis?"
"No," said a female voice, decisively. Static. The radio clicked off.
It could be the Djinn. In fact, it was even likely; I'd embarrassed him, and he owed me payback for that. But he had made a call, and I couldn't waste the chance if he was honestly giving me instructions on how to find his boss. Djinn had a host of faults, but out-and-out lying wasn't among them.
And besides, I had to outrun the storm behind me anyway.
"Oklahoma City," I sighed aloud. "Home of heavy weather. Fabulous."
The only redeeming thing about it was that I knew the territory. I hadn't spent a whole lot of time there, but one of my best friends in the world had retired out there. It'd be nice to have a friend right now. Somebody to count on. Some shoulder to cry on.
I had to look on the good side, anyway. Because the bad was pretty overwhelming.
SUMMARY: Joanne Baldwin is a Weather Warden. Usually, all it takes is a wave of her hand to tame the most violent weather, but now, she's trying to outrun another kind of storm: accusations of corruption and murder. So, she's resorting to the very human tactic of running for her life. Original.
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STORM ADVISORY IN EFFECT In my business, we not only understand chaos theory, we totally abide by it. Chaos happens. Always plan for speed. Either the Djinn was putting me on, which would be seriously unfunny, or the spell was coming from Elsewhere. I hoped not an Elsewhere that began with the letter Hell. I got a bad feeling. "No offense, but can I at least get some proof this message is from Lewis?" "No," said a female voice, decisively. Static. The radio clicked off. It could be the Djinn. In fact, it was even likely; I'd embarrassed him, and he owed me payback for that. But he had made a call, and I couldn't waste the chance if he was honestly giving me instructions on how to find his boss. Djinn had a host of faults, but out-and-out lying wasn't among them. And besides, I had to outrun the storm behind me anyway. "Oklahoma City," I sighed aloud. "Home of heavy weather. Fabulous." The only redeeming thing about it was that I knew the territory. I hadn't spent a whole lot of time there, but one of my best friends in the world had retired out there. It'd be nice to have a friend right now. Somebody to count on. Some shoulder to cry on. I had to look on the good side, anyway. Because the bad was pretty overwhelming. SUMMARY: Joanne Baldwin is a Weather Warden. Usually, all it takes is a wave of her hand to tame the most violent weather, but now, she's trying to outrun another kind of storm: accusations of corruption and murder. So, she's resorting to the very human tactic of running for her life. Original.