Stuck In The Fog With A Self -Proclaimed Mercenary
Writer Lady stirs when a strange sound invades her sleeping space. Deciding she doesn't want to know what it is she pulls the blankets over her head and turns away from the invader. “ Ssst.” The sound repeats. She ignores it and hopes it will go away. “ Pssst.” Clearly it hasn't gone away. “ Psssst!” Writer Lady pushes the blankets down. “What!” “ Can I come in?” Tinkletoes, of course who else would it be? “ Come in.” Reaching over, Writer Lady checks the time on her phone then turns on a light. By the time her eyes adjust Tinkletoes is standing over her. All mixed camo, combat booted, 6 feet 2 inches of him. The self-proclaimed mercenary is awake, dressed, and armed. “What's with the rifle?” She asks, pointing to the harness strapped across his torso. “ Well, I wanted to let you know that an invasion is coming so if you hear any banging, fighting, gunshots, or grenades going off it’s just me being my usual heroic