Environmental Challenge by bjohan57
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ds_flashfictionYeah I'm not sure where this came from either, but I'm here again. Self-explanatory as to where it goes in the DS arc.
Rating: PG
Pairing: None..kinda
Words: 275
Austin
The Texas Eagle ground slowly to a halt. The air seemed positively sultry compared to Chicago, suffocating and dizzying rather than ice-cold, but it was still impossible to feel warm.
The silence of the mid-morning on Platform 1 was broken by excited chatter of the McGregor high-school marching band, here for the final game of the season, and contrasted sharply with the tired, irritable growling of several tourists and families with young children, who had been trapped in this metal bucket for far too long without decent coffee – everyone was eager to get off, leading to the usual competition of pushing and shoving and “Hey, what’s the rush, you wanted by the police or somethin’?” before laughter broke out, snapping the tension into two parts.
She ran past the moaning hoards, past the station inspectors, past the lone armed policeman stood chatting with the buxom dyed-blonde help-desk worker with the too-pink lip gloss and honed in on her target – a 70 year old man named Bert with a bad skin condition and a bow-tie, hunched behind a newspaper stand.
“Where’s the Chicago Tribune? You got today’s yet? What about yesterday’s?”
She threw $5 at Bert before his brain turned the cog-wheels, grabbed a handful of papers and scanned the headlines thoroughly looking for the words that would jump out at her, her hands shaking far more than the mild weather or lack of caffeine would explain.
On her third paper, with the rejected sheets scattered around her feet, she found what she had been searching for:
RCMP OFFICER RECOVERING AFTER AMTRAK SHOOTING; HUNT FOR KILLER CONTIN....
“Oh, thank you god” she exhaled, before running out of the station, her long dark coat already proving too warm for the sunshine.
Rating: PG
Pairing: None..kinda
Words: 275
Austin
The Texas Eagle ground slowly to a halt. The air seemed positively sultry compared to Chicago, suffocating and dizzying rather than ice-cold, but it was still impossible to feel warm.
The silence of the mid-morning on Platform 1 was broken by excited chatter of the McGregor high-school marching band, here for the final game of the season, and contrasted sharply with the tired, irritable growling of several tourists and families with young children, who had been trapped in this metal bucket for far too long without decent coffee – everyone was eager to get off, leading to the usual competition of pushing and shoving and “Hey, what’s the rush, you wanted by the police or somethin’?” before laughter broke out, snapping the tension into two parts.
She ran past the moaning hoards, past the station inspectors, past the lone armed policeman stood chatting with the buxom dyed-blonde help-desk worker with the too-pink lip gloss and honed in on her target – a 70 year old man named Bert with a bad skin condition and a bow-tie, hunched behind a newspaper stand.
“Where’s the Chicago Tribune? You got today’s yet? What about yesterday’s?”
She threw $5 at Bert before his brain turned the cog-wheels, grabbed a handful of papers and scanned the headlines thoroughly looking for the words that would jump out at her, her hands shaking far more than the mild weather or lack of caffeine would explain.
On her third paper, with the rejected sheets scattered around her feet, she found what she had been searching for:
RCMP OFFICER RECOVERING AFTER AMTRAK SHOOTING; HUNT FOR KILLER CONTIN....
“Oh, thank you god” she exhaled, before running out of the station, her long dark coat already proving too warm for the sunshine.
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