Greeting folks! ^_^

Well, the juices seem to be flowing again on the writing front, so I thought
I'd see who I could torture with a story fragment...

Enjoy! -_^

	"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU  TWO THINK YOU'RE DOING?!?!"
	Sylia turned her head slightly, still watching SkyKnight out of the corner
of an eye. The image in her helmet viewscreen was a little unfocused, but
recognizable: Priss was standing in what was left of the doorway to the
ruined antechamber, her face a study in mixed anger and slack-jawed
disbelief. The rock singer had drawn her pistol, but apparently couldn't
figure out if she should be pointing it at anyone; it was hanging from her
hand in a very loose grip.
	"We're having a discussion about who has precedence in the chain of
command, Priss; do you mind?" Sylia replied shortly, half of her attention
still on the silver hardsuit she had pinned to the wall. "We should be done
shortly." She turned her helmet back to regard SkyKnight, who was holding
very still against the wall. 

(BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!! ^_^)
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Bert Van Vliet, Skyknght@sentex.net
[Http:\\www.jurai.net\~skyknght\index.html]
Die-hard BGC Fan, and aspiring Hi-tech Knight-in-Shining-Armour
Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and good with
ketchup.