The clicking of the guards’ heels on the pristine tile floors was the only noise as the trio made their way through twisting hallways under the glare of industrial lighting. Xander wanted to look back to make sure no one else had joined them. Obviously someone would have to be coming to stop them. This had all been too easy, or easier than he had been told to expect.
The last time he had walked a gleaming hallway like this between two armed guards in crisp uniforms, it hadn’t gone well at all. At least this time he wasn’t wearing handcuffs. Still, he couldn’t help clenching and unclenching his fists as if preparing to fight off the two soldiers flanking him.
“Aren’t there any guards from their side coming to meet us? Don’t I need to show my paperwork to someone over there?” Xander asked, trying to make small talk with the soldiers who had been strangely quiet ever since his approval for escort.
“They don’t have any guards, senor.”
Lorca Damon 
Truth: my stomach dropped at the mention of the guards, even though I was sitting still on the toilet. Can’t WAIT to see where this is headed!
And I distinctly remember hearing something about a proposal for a TV show? Hmm???
Oooh, girrrrrl…I’m just sitting down to type it up! Are you too drowning to read? More likely I’ll be done tomorrow than tonight, but if fingers fly, I might surprise myself. You KNOW you’re my costar, right?!
Absolutely! Send it whenever you’re ready and I can’t wait to see it.
Oh man, this made my stomach hurt. I wouldn’t want to be Xander. UGH!
I am captivated already though Lorca. Good job!
Ardee-ann
GOOD NEWS: Xander’s the good guy. BAD NEWS: really crappy stuff always happens to the good guy.