That's the great thing about writing an SI. If I can come up with it in a decent amount of time, the SI could've come up with it. I never have to wonder if I'm being too clever or not clever enough.
I feel no shame in admitting that that particular solution to the situation I wrote myself into took me some time to properly come up with. Not too much time, but more than most everything else so far. I almost gave up on finding a sneaky way forward, and wrote it as a failure.
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Before they could take more than a few steps, I shifted in behind 'Frankie', fully-charged Fencer's Blade pointed at his back, and triggered the gravity trap I'd planted earlier. "Gentlemen."
BZAP
'Frankie' dropped like a rock... and so did the others, as they finally succumbed to three gees of pressure. Just to be sure, I gave each of them a zap, scanned them to make sure they were unconscious, and then called Uno.
"Imma. You've finished your mission?" You sound disapproving. Was I supposed to have been done sooner?"Technically, yes."
That got me glared at. "Technically?"
I shuffled my feet sheepishly, looking down at the ground. "...'m not sure where to put the bodies."
Uno didn't smile at that, but the disapproval faded from her stare, almost as if it'd never been there. Uno no likey failure. Got it. "'Where to put the bodies?' Why do you have to put them
anywhere?"
This got me back on familiar territory. "Oh, it's part of the plan. I need to make it seem like the Syndicate delegation left on their own, so I incapacitated them-"
"Imma!" Uno sure looks shocked. "You didn't!"
I put my hands up defensively, shaking my head. "No, no, no! See, the point is to make it look like the Syndicate guys left on their own- without a struggle! If I'd tried to kill them-"
Uno calmed down again at that. "There would've been signs. That makes sense."
...hey, wait a second! "Actually, I just thought of something. I have here six Syndicate thugs, complete with vehicles and equipment... and three higher-ups. All alive and unconscious. Couldn't we use that?"
Uno's expression grew pensive at that. "...yes. I believe we could. Gather them up, and let me know- I'll transport them to the base." She thought for a moment, and then gave me a small smile.
"Good work."
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
I feel no shame in admitting that that particular solution to the situation I wrote myself into took me some time to properly come up with. Not too much time, but more than most everything else so far. I almost gave up on finding a sneaky way forward, and wrote it as a failure.
**********
Before they could take more than a few steps, I shifted in behind 'Frankie', fully-charged Fencer's Blade pointed at his back, and triggered the gravity trap I'd planted earlier. "Gentlemen."
BZAP
'Frankie' dropped like a rock... and so did the others, as they finally succumbed to three gees of pressure. Just to be sure, I gave each of them a zap, scanned them to make sure they were unconscious, and then called Uno.
"Imma. You've finished your mission?" You sound disapproving. Was I supposed to have been done sooner?"Technically, yes."
That got me glared at. "Technically?"
I shuffled my feet sheepishly, looking down at the ground. "...'m not sure where to put the bodies."
Uno didn't smile at that, but the disapproval faded from her stare, almost as if it'd never been there. Uno no likey failure. Got it. "'Where to put the bodies?' Why do you have to put them
anywhere?"
This got me back on familiar territory. "Oh, it's part of the plan. I need to make it seem like the Syndicate delegation left on their own, so I incapacitated them-"
"Imma!" Uno sure looks shocked. "You didn't!"
I put my hands up defensively, shaking my head. "No, no, no! See, the point is to make it look like the Syndicate guys left on their own- without a struggle! If I'd tried to kill them-"
Uno calmed down again at that. "There would've been signs. That makes sense."
...hey, wait a second! "Actually, I just thought of something. I have here six Syndicate thugs, complete with vehicles and equipment... and three higher-ups. All alive and unconscious. Couldn't we use that?"
Uno's expression grew pensive at that. "...yes. I believe we could. Gather them up, and let me know- I'll transport them to the base." She thought for a moment, and then gave me a small smile.
"Good work."
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.