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Reverb, Chapter 15
Well, here's something to get the weekend started -- this is the last chapter of this story (well, novel . . . ).
There is still an epilogue to come, but no further cliffhangers. Those of you who have been waiting until it's finished can consider starting at this point; or wait till the epilogue is posted as well.
Anyone who still wants to make spoilery comments or discuss chapter 14, you can do so by clicking here.
Chapter 15 teaser:
Chapter 15: Direct Object
MacGyver sat at the big wooden table up in his cabin, hunched over the radio. He hadn’t fired up the stove yet and he was still wearing his heavy coat, although the cabin wasn’t all that cold in spite of having been left empty for a week. It had been designed to get the most out of passive solar heating, and he’d found several ways to improve the insulation. But the ambient temperature couldn’t touch or ease the chill inside himself.
Later, he’d have time to adjust to the drastic rearrangement of his mental furniture. Later.
Right now, he was listening to Nikki’s voice on the radio, in full tirade.
“MacGyver, what the hell is going on? You’re damned lucky I was still where they could get hold of me. I wasn’t expecting a radio check-in at all. Why didn’t you email me the – ”
“Nikki, the internet’s out.”
“Oh, for God’s sake. Don’t tell me your grandkids took your computer apart this time!”
“Nikki, watch what you’re saying for pity’s sake! They aren’t up here with me and you know that! Anyway, I can’t tell if the radio’s been booby-trapped or not, so I’m using the backup unit. Just in case.”
“Just in . . . you mean Felix Sandoval got up there? How?”
“I don’t know! I mean, I don’t know if he’s been here or not. But it makes sense. It’s what Murdoc would’ve done.”
“Oh God, Mac, get out now! The whole cabin could be a mass of traps!"
Chapter 15 is posted here, and the story actually starts here.
'Beth
August 2010
There is still an epilogue to come, but no further cliffhangers. Those of you who have been waiting until it's finished can consider starting at this point; or wait till the epilogue is posted as well.
Anyone who still wants to make spoilery comments or discuss chapter 14, you can do so by clicking here.
Chapter 15 teaser:
Reverb
Chapter 15: Direct Object
MacGyver sat at the big wooden table up in his cabin, hunched over the radio. He hadn’t fired up the stove yet and he was still wearing his heavy coat, although the cabin wasn’t all that cold in spite of having been left empty for a week. It had been designed to get the most out of passive solar heating, and he’d found several ways to improve the insulation. But the ambient temperature couldn’t touch or ease the chill inside himself.
Later, he’d have time to adjust to the drastic rearrangement of his mental furniture. Later.
Right now, he was listening to Nikki’s voice on the radio, in full tirade.
“MacGyver, what the hell is going on? You’re damned lucky I was still where they could get hold of me. I wasn’t expecting a radio check-in at all. Why didn’t you email me the – ”
“Nikki, the internet’s out.”
“Oh, for God’s sake. Don’t tell me your grandkids took your computer apart this time!”
“Nikki, watch what you’re saying for pity’s sake! They aren’t up here with me and you know that! Anyway, I can’t tell if the radio’s been booby-trapped or not, so I’m using the backup unit. Just in case.”
“Just in . . . you mean Felix Sandoval got up there? How?”
“I don’t know! I mean, I don’t know if he’s been here or not. But it makes sense. It’s what Murdoc would’ve done.”
“Oh God, Mac, get out now! The whole cabin could be a mass of traps!"
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Chapter 15 is posted here, and the story actually starts here.
'Beth
August 2010
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