Day’s Work – Part 1: Waking Up

While I’m writing the next book, I’m also trying to do some work on the Choose Your Own Adventure tie in. For a little fun, I thought I’d let you guys play along a little. Here’s the first part. Tell me what you want to happen next!


 

Routine was the only thing that got her out of bed. She’d already waited until noon to finally open her eyes, but it was going to be a long day. She wanted nothing more than to crawl back under the covers and sleep until the next morning. She could already see the fire, the gnashing teeth, the inside of her cell, and the less than pleasant coworkers waiting for her once she stepped out the door.

Dawn learned quickly that the biggest problem with seeing the future was the fact that you never stopped seeing it. Every possible iteration of the day played out before her and all of them were unpleasant.

Swinging her legs off the bed, she rolled out from under the sheets and let her toes sink into the rug. She pushed the glimpses of the future away and wiped the sleep from her eyes as she made the bed. She knew precisely how awful of a day it was going to be, but the day would continue to progress whether she wanted to face it or not.

Besides, if she slept now, she would only be woken up by the phone.

Waking Up - What Happens Next?

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Syndicate: Verification

Since you asked for it, I’m going to start posting a few deleted scenes. In case anyone was wondering, yes, Dawn did have to go through an interview process when she was brought on. It was a little different from what the twins went through in Syndicate, but I think the Chief preferred it.


“So you’re the reason Nostra went and had the rest of them killed,” Gabe said, looking her over carefully. The twins brought her back along with the news about his brother in law, which already had him in a bad mood. He really didn’t need to deal with some kid who thought she could see the future right now. “Fine, prove it. What am I-”

“I do not read minds,” Dawn said. Her grey eyes were eerie as they stared back at him, he had to admit, like she was looking through him for every detail of his life. “You will ask questions, but all of them will have a means that I may have found out the answer, no matter how unlikely that means may be.”

“Then I guess you don’t see the future.”

“You do need to stop looking for information on the girl,” Dawn told him, her eyes drifting over to the metal teenager in the corner of the room. “She is safer here. When your brother comes, he will verify this.”

Gabe watched her with renewed interest at that. He could count the number of people who were even aware that he had a brother in this city on one hand. He opened his mouth to ask, to see if it was a lucky guess, but Dawn was faster.

“You last saw Dan shortly after Cheryl’s funeral. He attempted to console you and take you away from the city to help you get over it. You pushed him through your bedroom mirror and proceeded to cover every mirror in your apartment.”

Gabe let out a sound, both out of annoyance and approval. His brother was the only one who knew about that, and he wouldn’t have let word of that confrontation get out. “Fine,” he said. “You can find your own desk. I assume we aren’t going to need to show you what to do.”

“No,” she said, getting to her feet. “I am also already aware of the second task you will ask of me. They will be no further issue.”

Gabe watched her go, shaking his head. He didn’t know what she was talking about, but with any luck, she wouldn’t have to be his problem any longer.

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