Plan A Is To Hitch A Ride

I Was Fired From My Television Job, Simple As That. Well, Downsized, Really, A Classic 1990s Situation.

I'm Twenty-nine, Yes Really, I'm From Aspen, Colorado, I'm Six Feet One, Yes Really, I've Been At Quantico Two Years, Yes I Date Guys, No I Dress Like This Just Because I Like It, No I'm Not Married, No I Don't Currently Have A Boyfriend, And No I Don't Want To Have Dinner With You Tonight.

Anecdotally His Fitness Reports Rated Him Well Above Average In The Classroom, Excellent In The Field, Fluently Bilingual In English And French, Passable In Spanish, Outstanding On All Man-portable Weaponry, And Beyond Outstanding At Hand-to-hand Combat. Susan Knew What That Last Rating Meant. Like Having A Running Chainsaw Thrown At You

I Don't Want To Put The World To Rights... I Just Don't Like People Who Put The World To Wrongs.

I Have The "thing" Worked Out - The Trick Or The Surprise Or The Pivotal Fact. Then I Just Start Somewhere And Let The Story Work Itself Out.