Okay, I finally finished the six seasons of Hawaii Five-0 that were available on Netflix. Only a few small quibbles, the biggest being it makes me insane when actors play two different, unrelated roles on the same show. I love Ingo Rademacher, but don't make him the parent of a kidnapped child in one episode and then call him back to play a prosecuting attorney trying to bring Five-0 down. Seriously? Were there no other actors who could have played one of those roles? Ugh.
And thank the universe the whole Gabriel Waincroft saga is over. Yeesh.
I'm all caught up on Teen Wolf and aside from wanting to throw things because they brought Theo the Asshat back, I'm loving this season.
I'm working on The Librarians and should start catching up on Murdoch Mysteries and Sherlock this week.
Gotham returned and, yeah, definitely happy it's back on my screen. Now I need all my other DC shows to come back. Also looking forward to seeing what Riverdale ends up bringing to the table. That one could be really fun or truly terrible. Fingers crossed for the first option.
And that's it for television. Tonight's post is from Quiver Full of Arrows, a novella that started with a writing community prompt of having a super hero type character meet a mercenary for hire, answers to no one character.
Here's the mini-blurb:
Frey Witter, codename Crossfire, is sent to bring in mercenary for hire, Solaris Polanski, aka, Moon Shadow for a covert mission. He's got one little problem. Solaris answers to no one—and she used to work for the other side.
And a preview snippet…
Moon Shadow had a reputation for getting out of awkward situations. Since Frey had her cornered, he prepared for defensive tactics. He had the exits covered, but no one could foresee every contingency.
She'd proved to be an elusive shadow, difficult to pin down and almost impossible to capture.
Unless she wanted to be caught.
She didn't flinch or look away. "You're obviously in control. Your call is whatever you decide." Gripping the ice pack, she placed it over her eye again.
Crossfire snorted. "You'd like me to think I have control, but you're calculating the distance and speed you need to throw that ice pack as a distraction." When her lips thinned to a flat line, he let his curve slightly upward. "Go ahead, Moon Shadow. Let's figure out who has the upper hand." Anticipation filled him and he waited for her next move.
She struck quickly, tossing the bag high in the air then pulled a drop and roll maneuver. He didn't fall for the distraction and kept his focus aimed on her. The icepack took out the overhead light, but Frey didn't illumination to follow her trail. Keeping his arrow notched, he monitored her progress when she headed toward the side exit of the warehouse. He slowed his pace, waiting for a reaction.
"Son of a bitch!"
His lips curved into a full smile and he strolled out the door. Solaris hung from her feet, swinging lightly back and forth from one of the trusses. Her mumbled curses streamed steadily from her mouth.
Frey set his crossbow aside and grabbed the rope to lower her to the ground. "You know, killing you would be a waste." He stood over her, hands planted on his hips. "Keeping you around should prove to be fun."
I think this one is going to be a ton of fun to write.
That's it for this week.