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    Collision Course 4.77

    Collision Course 4.77

     

                Emma was watching the TV screen in the far corner of the lounge, listening to Amy announce her plans to run for President, a small smirk resided on Emma’s face.  Was she crazy, announcing her candidacy at this particular juncture in time.  Jo was barely acting human.  Her own daughter, Tegan, was against Amy being in the spotlight and wasn’t with her in this march to the White House.  Emma felt the same way, they didn’t need to be thrust into the spotlight, and neither did their daughters.  Emma was pulled out of her deep thoughts by an agent at her elbow.

     

                “Agent Young?” said one of the many younger agents that seemed to be multiplying by the handful, Emma had once joked that there was a breeding farm in Washington State for future FBI agents.

     

                “Yes?” said Emma, turning to the young woman, pulling her attention away from the TV, her eyes flicking towards the screen one more time. 

     

                “There’s been an Amber Alert issued, and… well, when I saw the name, it rang a bell…  I think you’ll want to have a look….”

     

                Emma grabbed the flyer that the young agent had in her hand, her face paling, “Thank you, and tell Supervisor Taylor that I’ll be out of the office for a while, but that he can reach me on my cell….”

     

                Emma flipped her cell phone open and instantly began dialing numbers, this was far beyond bad.  Emma closed her eyes, trying to get a hit off the paper that was fluttering in her hands as she walked.  There was nothing there, no all telling sight of what had happened.

     

                Emma dropped the paper and it drifted to the floor, a smiling picture of Angelica graced it, below her’s was one of Jarrod Sobel, and of Shay McCutcheon. 

     

    *****

     

                Two Hours Earlier…..

     

                Paige exited the bus, holding the bag with a triumphant smile, and she and Lara began walking back towards the SUV, when they saw it shoot out of the parking space like a bullet.  “What the…,” stammered tall blonde woman, seeing her son frantically waving in the window as it zoomed away from them at a breakneck speed.

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    Comments

    1. And you don’t think THIS is real fiction?!!!! You may think of this as practice, but I enjoy every word of your story, real fiction of not. So hurry up, I want to read some more! ;)

    2. yes, you are killing me with your slow, torturous twists… but it is such an enjoyable demise! As for your practice, it certainly does make perfect. Can’t wait for your next post. I’ve got my seatbelt tightened for the bumpy ride!!

    3. I’ve been checking every day this week for your update after your cruel and unusual cliffhanger last week. Was worth the wait! This story is great. That frikking frakking Gab is a piece of work. Can’t wait for next chapter’s “huge turn”. Thanks for writing! :D

    4. I can never post right after reading coz I need to rest!!!!! It’s remarkable that you have better stuff than this that you save for your other fiction.Hmmm…Matching auras for those in love or who PROCLAIM (another hmmmm)to be in love? Angie could hear Jo and Spencer? That wasn’t Angie last adventure? Where the heck are you heading? You should consider rating your chapters to prepare the readers–something like–“TT” (lots of twists and turns), “TN” (the plot is so dense and so many chatacters appear that you should take notes), “DM” (death and mayhem ensue), and “ASS” (you have to be an IDIOT to think you know where this chapter is heading).As I read, I can feel the relentless tug of destiny and I think I should start feeling sorry for these flies caught in your web.

    5. Gabe so needed taken down… Jo ROCKS!!! I do wish she’d forgive Bette though. I guess in time? But it’s been pretty much underlined that they aren’t ever going to be together again, so that’s that. I’ll let it go and move on, like Bette. I wonder about Angelica though… what was up with that? Girl got powers? Wedding bells… for whom? Noooooo, I don’t want for Quin to go back down that road… I hope she stops at the one. I really do. Loved it as always, JM. And Spumoni’s rating system… that was classic. Thanks for the post! Next one is soon-ish, yes? Cheers

    6. Quinn fell off the wagon, why? Pretty please let her fall be temporary, JM. more Jo ’till…(Huh)? Since its plot oriented I won’t bitch. Shane should get her cut looked at. Gotta love how Angie was oblivious to the whole kidnapping thing, & her waving to cars passing bye was too cute. My favorite line though came surprisingly from Tina when she tells Bette, “You’re always going to have me, stop being melodramatic.”

    7. Yes my Dear this is another WOW. If you write any better,my poor old heart couldn’t stand it. Angie is so smart. Jo is my hero. Bette knows it time to start living her life again. Lets talk about Quin,that is a No No. She will find the right woman,it just wasn’t Tina. Oh,before I go to bed Gabe is so low the sewer runs over him. The sorry sucker. Thanks have a nice Sunday thanks bvh

    8. If this isn’t real fiction, then I don’t know what is. Like Bette, I too wonder where this leaves them all. So what’s up with Angie and her supernatural talents? So who will Bette move on to?

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