…You know, I just might have a reason to let Shauni live after all. The only problem with the character is that a little of her goes a long, long way. But, yeah, she might have a future in this world, assuming that this book sells at all.
“I’m here, Sarge,” I said. “Tell me, so you can get some sleep.”
“About time,” Sgt. Shauni said. “That reject, he, like, first told me to let him out of the cell, or he was going to roast himself a pig. And I was like, whatever, and they he pulled off the special cuffs he had on like they were vines or something? And then there was this blast and zap and I’m on the floor and everything.”
“So I’m like, trying to get up and I see that he’s melted this hole in the bars and he’s heating them all up more because his hands were like, all red and he sees me moving around and then he like tells me that it’s my own stupid fault for being a total bitch and everything and I was like, whatever again and that’s when I threw Mr. Pointy right through his stupid eye. He started screaming and I’m like, no, that’s me being a total bitch and then he, like, kind of got stuck on the bars and stopped moving.”
“Okay,” I said, for lack of anything better to say. “You know, Sarge, you could have told me that later.”
Sgt. Shauni thought about laughing, and settled for shaking her head. “I’ve got, like, this hole in my stomach, Shamus, so there may not be a later. And it was a really cool thing to say! I mean, I like, totally threw that right back into his face and everything! No way am I gonna let him be the only one who ever heard that.”