U- United: Joined together politically, for a common purpose, or by common feelings.
The sentence from yesterday was chosen from Elise Fallson and is: To hell with the papers I thought, harnessing my emotions and casting aside the timorous voice inside my head, all the while praying the flash drive still in my pocket would be enough to gain access to the airship.
So that brings our story to:
The alpha coefficient was too high; the risk too great. Losing my balance, I plummeted to the darkest recesses of the canyon. I had to release my tenuous grip on the briefcase, so I could pull my chute in my panic; it spilled classified papers all over the floor of the ravine when it exploded on impact. Struggling to free myself from the parachute, I cursed the debacle this mission had become. After finally getting the parachute to release me, I started to ponder over the enigma of where I was. It seemed odd to think that only thirty hours ago I had been sitting in a Starbucks having coffee. But then that man with the formidable mustache had sat down next to me. He made me an offer and I'd run through the gamut of usual excuses, but to no avail. And actually, I couldn't pull off the hypocrisy of not wanting a million bucks. But I played it casual and said, "How ironic, you of all people would need my help.
The safety of that coffee shop juxtaposed with the danger I was in now.
"Ironic? No. You and I are practically kindred spirits and you need the money," he said, placing a briefcase on the table. I had to admit that he was right; and after all, money had been the first real love of my life. Until that monumental moment when I was forced to weigh what was really important. Since that time though, I'd been on the run nonstop. Always with the fear that some omnipotent being was watching me.
But I think it's time I palliate this fear and bite the bloody bullet, yeah? My Quixotic quest for understanding could wait until I was on a secluded beach somewhere, sipping run-filled fruity drinks brought to me by bronze bikini-clad beauties; right now I needed to get the Hell out of this canyon. And that's when I saw it, nestled in a crevice, a riant sight that would teleport me to the airship Hindenburg IX. Then a sinister feeling washed over me. They wouldn't let me on the ship without my papers. And they were currently being blow down the canyon. To hell with the papers I thought, harnessing my emotions and casting aside the timorous voice inside my head, all the while praying the flash drive still in my pocket would be enough to gain access to the airship.
Please forgive me for not being around much this week; I'm on vacation. A special thanks to DL Hammons who is randomly picking the sentences and updating the story for me while I'm away.