This calls for a "list" response.

Heh. List. I kill me.

1. Thanks for the reading. I'm glad the story is interesting (for all of
it's glaring flaws).

2. Chapters 26 through 32 are drafted. About four more chapters of stuff
closing the various plot threads have been planned. A number of chapters
(about 8) remain to be planned. I am writing quickly to the completion of
the first story in this saga. Once there, I will revise and chapters 1
through whatever will make up the first book. It will have an actual
resolution for the characters and an actual ending... which will lead
into the sequel.

3. More chapters WERE supposed to start showing up... today! Then I moved
it to September, but due to recent RL events, that goal has been pushed
back to early October. Fixing nine zillion car things sucks.

4. The military stuff I need to play with delicately. On the one hand,
military tactics tip off James to who he's fighting and how to defeat
them. On the other hand, discussion about the firearms should be toned
down enough that non-gun-nut people won't get turned off by the story. Is
the current balance remotely nice or did it get in the way?

5. The scene in chapter 5 I've never liked. No one's liked it. My author
friends told me bluntly that it was a travisty that should be cut from
the story. I'm thinking I should take their advice.

6. I did, at one time, start drafting an e-mail explaining my plans for
this story after chapter 25. That e-mail never materialized.

7. Tired. And this reminds me I have stuff to do for S:E. Bleah.

Later,
Rick "Into the minty-fresh abyss!" Spiff


--- Jason Liao <jxl93@eecs.cwru.edu> wrote:

So, many months late, I've finally made the time to read through all
these
chapters.  The story was generally interesting.  I'm not a military
geek,
so can't comment on most of the specifics, but this part from chapter 5
stuck out.

***
"Footprints. They're probably military, given the weight."

"What?" Ed squinted at the near-invisible smudges on the floor.

"Prints from boots. Mil-spec footwear. As in mercenaries or United
States military. These guys aren't amateurs," James said with a note of
authority in his voice.
***

I thought this was pretty unlikely scene.  Either the floor is
spic-and-span and the merc tracked mud all over Sears (but how much
dirt
would the merc have on his shoes in the first place?  Maybe if it was
raining outside...but chapter 1 makes no allusions to that), or the
Sears
floor is caked in dust (very unlikely, since Sears, as to most
department
stores, maintain a cleaning staff).



Were there any more chapters past 25?  In my zeal to reduce the number
of
messages in my inbox to under 1000, I may have accidentally deleted
them.



-Natsume Ranma Ranma
-------
The sardines weren't worth the trouble.  A few more shots, then
Ryoga-san would overheat and explode.  Ducking around a corner,
I managed to lose him as I entered the ramshackle residence of
my Anime supplier.

One look at his face and I knew that I had been betrayed.  "Tell me,"
I insisted.  He refused, so I slammed him against the wall.
"Last chance.  Where can Ranma-Ranma find good fanfics?"
"Try Jason Liao," he whispered, before he slumped to the floor.
I heard the sounds of a door splintering as I left through the
window, one step ahead of Tendo Heavy Industries...

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