Genre Scribes #46 — Eagle

“Oh, yeah, great adventure. I love having my plane shot down, getting chased halfway down a frozen mountain, and being terrified most of the time.”

Welcome to #46 of the Friday Saturday Fiction Writing Challenge! Here’s a complete list of all the posts so far. Feel free to join in.

As much as I’m enjoying having a wee bit extra breathing space by doing the challenge fortnightly, I’m really missing working on Amy and Kelvin’s story. Even though Kelvin and Amy’s efforts are critical to the events in Working the Asset, it’s not the same as trekking through the snow with them.

With that in mind, here’s the next installment of Amy and Kelvin’s story. Visit their page for all of their posts.

This week’s random word is: Eagle


High above Harvey’s cosy cabin, an eagle circled, searching for its latest prey. Amy shivered. Was that what Sebastian Nichols was doing right now, watching, waiting for the perfect moment to swoop down and kill them? She turned from the window, shutting down the all-too-real line of thought.

She returned to the sofa where Kelvin lay, drifting in and out of consciousness. The blood hadn’t seeped through the fresh bandages. Amy hoped that was a good sign, but the grim look on Emma’s face told a different story.

Emma, the petite doctor, gave Amy’s arm a squeeze. “I can’t treat him here. He’s lost a lot of blood, and there could be internal bleeding.”

“Can he travel?” Harvey finally spoke directly to his doctor friend. Though, Amy sensed there was more to them than just friendship.

“To a hospital? Yes.”

Harvey glanced at Kelvin on the sofa before completing another infuriating circuit of the room. “I’ll have a chopper fly him to one of our facilities.”

“No DU,” Kelvin’s voice was raw, weak. He still hadn’t opened his eyes since they’d got there. “Don’t know who’s comprimised…can’t…” He was gone again.

Tears pricked Amy’s eyes. She barely knew Kelvin, yet he’d somehow managed to wheedle his way into her, what…affections? Yes, that was it, she cared about him, and that was all it was.

Across the room, Harvey and Emma were locked in an inaudible dispute. It reminded Amy of how her parents fought anytime they disagreed on how to deal with her brothers.

“This is different,” Harvey barked before yanking a secondary phone from a drawer. He tapped at the screen and raised the device to his ear. “I need a medivac.”

Emma threw her hands up in defeat and packed up her equipment.

Amy shot to her feet. “What are you doing?” She didn’t care how shrill she sounded. “Haven’t you heard a thing he told you?”

“Give me a second,” Harvey said into the phone. He turned to Amy. “The sooner he’s out of here, the better chance he has, and the sooner you can go home.” He returned his attention to the call, dismissing her.

Home? And, what, pretend none of this happened?”

Harvey let out an exasperated sigh. “Think of it as an adventure, or forget about it—I don’t care. Just be grateful you get to walk away.”

It was Amy’s turn to be exasperated. “Oh, yeah, great adventure. I love having my plane shot down, getting chased halfway down a frozen mountain, and being terrified most of the time. And how can I forget the cherry on top: having the guy who thought he’d killed Kelvin come after me.” She gave him what she hoped was a withering stare.

Confusion creased Harvey’s brow. “Why come after you when he thought Kelvin was dead?”

“She has the box. It’s not safe for her to go home.” Kelvin managed to open his eyes, and when they landed on Amy, her heart squeezed.

Harvey scrubbed a hand over his face. “I have someone that can keep her safe.”

Kelvin’s eyes fluttered closed, but he managed a slight shake of his head.

“Your first priority should be the man dying on your sofa. He needs to get to a hospital, now,” Emma said from the doorway. She’d been hovering there, never taking her eyes off Harvey. Maybe she wanted to kill him, too.

“He’ll get it at DU.” Something, maybe doubt, had him clenching his jaw.

They were going round in circles, while Kelvin was circling the drain. “That’s not happening.” Amy addressed Emma. “Can you treat him, off the books—using a fake name?”

Emma gave a half-shake of her head. “What you’re asking, I don’t…”
Amy cut off her objections. “Hide him in a basement, anywhere. I’ll stay with him. I’ll do whatever you need to keep him hidden.”

Emma bit her lip, obviously thinking it through. “I can come up with something.”

Genre Scribes: Friday Fiction Writing Challenge #42 — Extort by Susan T. Braithwaite

Amy and Kelvin’s story continues on Friday 19th June 2020.

Thanks for reading. And as always, take care and stay safe! 😍

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  • Using the prompt, write a maximum of 500-ish words of fiction. (This can be a scene, flash fiction, some dialogue, a bit of description, etc.)
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Author: Susan T. Braithwaite

Royal Navy veteran from Scotland. My journey into writing started with a screenwriting certificate program at UCLA Ext. Since then, I've worked as a freelance content writer, erotica author, proofreader, professional beta reader, and content editor. I'm now working hard on my dream writing career: romantic suspense author. When I'm not writing, I can be found drinking too much coffee, obsessing over yarn, and planning world domination with my husband,, and our squirrel army.​

7 thoughts on “Genre Scribes #46 — Eagle

  1. Awesome, your best yet 👏 Great imagery in the first paragraph, really sets the tone 😃

    1. Thank you!!! This grin’s going to be here all day 😁

  2. Chris Hall says:

    I love the tautness of the dialogue. It really ramps up the tension well. 🙂

    1. Thank you, Chris!

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