211. Blue Rods
Aug. 1st, 2008 12:55 pmCategory: Firefly—Gen. Ariel. Rated PG.
Words: 100
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Summary: For prompt #211 at![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ff_friday . It’s the last line.
He puts down the recorder, trying to hide his sudden nervousness. The good, warm feeling that had filled his chest at his success—and the thought of the reward money—chills in the fix of the Suit’s ice-blue stare.
He pushes down the rising, inexplicable panic with a small joke: “...didn’t do your job for you...” The second Suit strides forward, pulling something out of his breast pocket. A click; two blue rods flick out from either side of his fist. Some Alliance-type interrogation device? He tries another pleasantry. "I'm not even going to ask what you're doing with that."
Words: 100
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything.
Summary: For prompt #211 at
ff_friday . It’s the last line. He puts down the recorder, trying to hide his sudden nervousness. The good, warm feeling that had filled his chest at his success—and the thought of the reward money—chills in the fix of the Suit’s ice-blue stare.
He pushes down the rising, inexplicable panic with a small joke: “...didn’t do your job for you...” The second Suit strides forward, pulling something out of his breast pocket. A click; two blue rods flick out from either side of his fist. Some Alliance-type interrogation device? He tries another pleasantry. "I'm not even going to ask what you're doing with that."
