<br /><br />NaNoWriMo Update - Talien's Tower<br />

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Sunday, November 12

NaNoWriMo Update

WOOT! I just hit 20,089 words today. We're back on track for NaNoWriMo!

There were a lot of safeguards that kicked in when a man was dragged kicking and screaming from a security checkpoint. Henry Stubbs was one of them.

Henry shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He probably shouldn't have had that double latte, but it was the middle of the day and he was tired from pulling an all-night shift. The good news was that the latte worked. The bad news was that the latte worked

Henry scanned the aisle again. All the citizens looked more or less respectable. Except for the band.

He'd done his homework. The band was called the New Monarchs. They were a throwback to the punk era, a time when being rebellious was all the rage. Nowadays it was more fashionable to be fundamentalist than outcast, follower than leader. That was one of the reasons why Henry liked his job so much; it put him in control, in the know, making him both special and part of the system at the same time.

The New Monarchs weren't much of a band, but they were trouble wherever they went. The latest altercation was just one of a string of incidents in their spotty past, most of them involving drugs, alcohol, or public disturbances. Traditional band stuff, really. Henry found it amusing that they were more common than their outrageous reputation might otherwise warrant.

Normally he wasn't supposed to get up to go to the bathroom, but he had to really go. The NSA be damned, he wasn’t going to sit there and piss his pants in the name of national security.

So Henry got up.