“If he isn't pressed, he won't give us up,” Sera greeted him back with those words. She looked in pain. All that thinking must've flared up her headache again. “That's good, isn't it?” “I guess.” She yawned. “What isn't good is my empty mug. Can you top me up again? And maybe give me something actual to munch on?” “Sure thing.” He returned with another helping of tea and an apple, on which Sera graciously started to nibble on. “I'm curious about one thing, though,” she said with a full mouth. She swallowed, then continued, “How did you get Ava to trust you so much that she tells you stuff she has signed several NDAs about? ”

Happy Easter to all who celebrate. I wish anyone who doesn't a pleasant Sunday anyway.

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“It's worse than it looks,” Britta gave a short laugh, which obviously put her in some pain. “I slipped on some ice during a run.” Robert’s eyebrow raised for a second. Then he said, “Yeah, it's dangerous out there. You need to take better care, we still need you here.” “I’ll try to. So, what did you want to talk to me about?” Robert was only silent for a moment, but inside, his mind was racing. Ava and him had agreed to convert Britta to their cause, but an unsure feeling spread in his stomach - his instincts shouted that he should not tell her yet. “Joszef Al-Erabi has been arrested,” he said instead. “Huh?”

Mighty early today, isn't it?

Did I just awkwardly word in today's word so I can post a #WIPSnips ? Maybe.

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Luckily, the water was still low enough for her to drive close to the usual shore. Ava jumped out and ran across the beach, its smooth cobbled stones crunching under her boots. In the shine of her flashlight, they were white - a stark contrast to the dark water surface that seemed to swallow all light.

I apologize to anyone who fell for my prank yesterday.

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I just reached 100k words on my #WIP

That's completely bonkers. For reference, that number is less than the number of humans on the entire earth!

The ending of the first draft is in sight.

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You're blaming yourself for what happened with Gingerbeard yesterday,” Sera said. “Don't. It’s not your fault. He’s a slippery one and has played other branches for fools a few times already, this time again even if you wouldn't have gotten shitfaced.” “Thanks, I guess.” “Though, it's not like you to get drunk on a weekday. What's going on? Boy trouble?” “No.” Sera raised her eyebrows. “Girl trouble?” Ava shook her head. “No,” she said with more finality.

I had some time yesterday and made a very short teaser trailer for my book
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Dead parents trope: 2x
Fake death trope: 2x
Guns that are shown but never actually shot: I lost count

A premise that has uncomfortable implications that'll probably makes the book shadow-banned on many platforms ✅

A thriller that wants to be a comedy ✅

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Then, Ava walked out, and he froze. At first, he almost didn't recognise her. She was a shadow of her former self: Her skin had turned ghostly pale, her dark brown hair lost its shine; but the most glaring difference was her walk. Her elegant strides had been full of energy and direction. Now, each of her steps was wonky and seemed like a chore. Her dark eyes fell upon him. She could muster the strength to straighten and to glare at him in disgust. There was still fire in her pupils, yet so close to fading. Egon didn't know what to do. Before he knew it, his feet started running and he fled to where he had stashed his bike.

This'll probably make little sense without context, but the context would be spoilers

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The crowd of travellers that had been waiting for the train had been pushed back. They now looked at the scene with confusion, a bit of fear, and interest. A girl produced her phone and readied to record. “No filming,” the squad leader bellowed at her, and she put her phone back into her pocket. There were several others in the crowd who seemed to have the same idea, but did so more covertly. Mr. Meier didn't enforce the rule of no filming any further, they had to prepare for the arrival of the train. The great clock at the station read 15:52, and with the two minutes of delay that the train had kept, it would be there in 3 minutes. The SWAT team ran through a last check of their gear while the seconds ticked on. Back in Linz, the agents in the mission room watched everything that was happening; nobody dared to make a sound.

A SWAT team readies to storm a train.
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Egon went to the kitchen and started preparing dinner - Spaghetti Carbonara, though Italians would get a heart attack if they saw his recipe. As the noodles were cooking, and the onions sizzling, he checked the messages with his sticky cooking fingers. Like he thought. Just messages in the study programme chat. He marked them as read and put the phone back in his trousers when it vibrated again. He checked it, determined to just push away another useless message, when he saw who had written him. It was Ava. Her text said, "Hey. Sorry about what happened today. I was in a hurry. A tea would have been great. How about we meet at the entrance of the campus park today? What time are you free?" “Yes!” Egon jumped in the air, his heart skipping a beat. A smile spread on his face, unable to be contained. He immediately started to write on a reply, when a bubbling sound demanded his attention. The pot of noodles had cooked over, spilling foamy water on the floor. Egon quickly threw away his phone and took the pot off the heating plate. He winced when a drop caught his hand. "One thing at a time," he said to himself. "First cooking. Then replying."

Ah, to be young and in love again...
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The last entry filled him with some hope. In the alps, there were several huts - almost all of them are restaurants or pensions for recreationalists that want to continue their trip through the mountains on the next day. But the original purpose was a place of refuge for hikers that got stuck and couldn't safely get down. Or, in Egon's case, a fugitive fleeing from a secret government agency.

I'll likely reach >100000 words in my WIP within the next weeks.

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The door unlocked, and a middle aged woman walked in in an unisex maid outfit. Still, one could make out the well curved body underneath. There were streaks of gray in her short hair. She carried a silver tray with rolls, butter, marmalade and honey, but also an assortment of sliced sausage, cheese and hard boiled eggs. Behind her followed a younger woman with longer hair wrapped in a ponytail. She carried another tray with the option of coffee, tea, cocoa, water or orange juice. Despite her differences, the two maids were somehow similar - but he couldn't put his finger on it.

I wrote this section this week.
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The clock on his phone read 10:23 am when he was there - a few minutes left. In the hallway he met Dave. His tired eyes hinted at a long night yesterday. “Morning,” he said with a yawn. He produced a tiny cardboard box and offered it to Egon. “Ava told me to give this to you.” Egon didn't know what to say, so he simply took the box with his trembling hands. It was heavier than he had imagined. “Are you gonna give me the tea on what's going on between you two? First she runs away, then you ask me to follow her. Then she sends you this present. What's this all about?” Egon shook his head. “I don't know.”

Egon gets a present from his (former) crush - but he doesn't know what it is

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Egon sighed. “I wish I could. But for that, I would have to find [Redacted].” “Tsk,” it escaped Simon. “You said you were close.” “We were. It's not enough. He has been around for decades, he knows how to cover his tracks.” Simon banged his hand on the table, it echoed around the room. “Didn't you say your bonded found him?” Petra asked. “Did she tell you how?” “No.” Egon shook his head, cursing Sera's nature to speak in riddles. “The only thing she told me is that I’d find it borin…” His eyes widened - he knew how she found out. “I need to get to a public library.”

This #WIPSnips has many spoilers I rather shouldn't give away... Ah, well, what the hell.

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One thing he overheard was that he wasn't the only one who would soon find their end in the hospital. In the next room, there was a woman in a deep coma, and it was unlikely for her to ever wake up or breathe without help.

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Ava let her eyes dart around, trying to pick out the red coat. It was nowhere to be seen. She did another sweep, this time not focussing on an item of clothing she could have taken off. Still, no luck. At this point it was more likely that she had snuck into one of the alleyways, or… Ava was too late to react to the charge from behind. She only got a glimpse of Sera before she was within striking distance, and spanked her butt.

At first, I thought this was just another word I didn't have, but I was wrong - I used it a few times already.
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Three days of no development in the search. Additionally, criticisms from the main office on the unsuccessful mission on the train, which had raised a lot of suspicions. That all made a good job of prolonging Robert’s headache.

Gah, I almost exclusively have that word as an adverb.

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The time was 7:09 pm. It hadn't even been ten minutes since he still thought everything was fine. He typed in the three digit emergency number, but froze before pressing the enticing green button. Her last words echoed in his mind. "Don't tell the police.”

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“I want to apologize. The whole situation; it’s a lot. [Redacted]. And that for the rest of my life.” Ava forced herself to look at him. “I took my frustration out on you, that wasn't fair. You don't deserve to be treated like that.” She took a deep breath. “I’m sorry.” “Repeat that.” “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being so rough while fighting. I’m sorry for insulting you so often. Considering everything, I could've had it way worse [Redacted].” She looked at him. “Can we amend our ground rules to say we’ll always treat each other with respect?” Egon stared at her, seeing the genuine regret in her dark brown eyes.

Ironically, it only occurs once; I don't have any repeat of this word.
Some spoilers in the section have been redacted.
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“A concussion.” Was her final assessment. “Not trivial, but not too major. There shouldn't be any permanent damage.” Doctor Hossenhoff stared at him. “You still should have called an ambulance earlier. If it had turned out to be bleeding in the skull, you wouldn't be here right now.” “Yeah, I’ll remember it for next time.” “I hope you do not intend this to become a regular thing.” She put a package of pills on the table. “Against the pain, use them sparingly. I recommend you to go home and rest, then you should get through without them.”

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“Can you not hurt my nuts anyway?” Egon said, [Redacted]. “I’ll try to be careful.” “That's reassuring.” Egon looked down. “Are we really going to fight on this floor without padding?” “If you can't even pick yourself up off a hardwood floor, you're going to have a hard time in real life,” she said with murder in her eyes. He swallowed hard. Was that really so that he could live safer?

Here's a quite funny section from my Spy Thriller #MasterWatch

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P.S. I'm approaching what feels like an ending in my first draft!

Ava nodded to herself. She would take both her tranq gun, and the real gun secured in a secret, fingerprint activated safe in her glove box. The drive had gone by quickly. There wasn't too much traffic, so, even though she wasn't allowed to use her emergency light to avoid spooking the target, she came there in good time. She parked on the side of a residential street. Blocky apartment buildings raised on both sides, so tall that it was almost claustrophobic. The dark street was illuminated with sparse street lights, but no one was about at this late hour. Ava grabbed her two guns and a portable radio and stepped out of her car to survey the area. It didn't look like it at first glance, but there were several small alleyways cutting through the apartment complexes. A tricky maze perfect to shake off followers.

Dang it, that's a much better word than 'occupant', which I have used ten minutes ago. However, here's a snip from another part of my Spy Thriller #MasterWatch
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Ava switched on her headlamp. The beam swerved left and right over the grass as she ran further. Suddenly, no grass anymore. She slammed on the breaks, but her momentum still carried her further towards the edge. At the last moment, her father's hands caught her and pulled her back to safety. “I got you,” he said. Ava's light shone down on the turbid water surface - she wouldn't have survived falling.

I cleverly omitted the part right before and right after, which would have been major spoilers.
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“In the meantime, the other Master Watch agents started their search as well. At 20:10, within this radius.” She drew a big dashed circle - the place where they found Sera was slightly outside of that range. “At 20:30, they increased the search radius.” Now, the finding place was inside the next dotted circle. “At 21:00 even further.” The circle now covered a massive area, reaching far into the inner city.

Working through the timeline again.
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Ava sighed. “At least you have a hint on how to get that bastard.” “About that,” Egon started. “Are we sure we want to pursue him? He knows about us, and if Master Watch gets him, he will tell them.” “We owe it to his future victims.” Egon bit his tongue. “Is it worth throwing away our own lives for this?”

Apparently, Docs starts acting up once you get to about 85k words, I had to make another copy to be able to open my #WIP
Do you have any alternatives that I can access from different devices?

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“That's not a lot of time,” Egon said, trying to say something of value. “That's correct,” Ava continued. “Within that time, the mole had to get there, attack Sera, destroy all the evidence, and chase her down to the channel.” She marked the path from the chapel on the map. “Too much work for one person,” Sera said. “Which means we're likely dealing with an organisation that is able to mobilize a team of operators on a moment's notice.”

The team has a realisation.
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He closed the car door, and Ava rushed off, while Egon stumbled over to the free bench at the stop. He sat down, taking out a nokia phone that was only good for making calls and sending SMS. But it also looked good enough to look like a device someone would use to look at social media. And so he pretended to, keeping his face well hidden under his hood. When the black sedan drove by soon after, it didn't pay him any heed - its riders’ sights were still set on Ava's car.

Did you know that 'media' is a part of 'immediately'? I figured that out today; might have to make a minute cryptic from that realisation.
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Egon took off his outside clothes, then joined her. The produce was already piling on the counter when he entered. “I'm pretty sure I specified ready-prep meals,” Sera said while continuing rummaging through the bag for the coffee. “Well, it may surprise you to hear, but there's something called ‘cooking’.“ “No offence, I've had meals made by male students. Never again.”

A shorter one today, after the long one yesterday.
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His momentum sent him over the edge. His body reacted solely on instinct. His left leg managed to find the fourth step down and sent him further. His right aimed at the short interruption in the stairwell. The impact was too much for his ankle. He buckled, only avoiding hitting the floor with a desperate reach for the railing. Egon grunted - It was the only thing he could do with the overwhelming pain that shot out from his ankle. His vision blurred in tears. “There's no time for that,” he said, forcing himself to stand up. A teenage girl that stood beside him, frozen in shock. “Gotta catch that tram,” he said. He stumbled down the last stairs. He couldn't put any weight on his right leg for more than a second. His vision had become smeared with painful tears, he could barely make out the tram doors that were already closing. With a desperate jump he managed to reach the button to let it open again. Egon held his breath, hoping it was not too late. The door slid open, warm air pouring out. Egon sighed in relief and almost fell in. He was greeted by a few disapproving glances, but most of the few passengers minded their own business. The door closed behind him, and the Tram started moving. Wiping his eyes, Egon took a look out the window and saw Robert Morello reach the bottom of the stairs, too late to catch him. Egon managed only a tiny winning grin, then moved to the closest free seat. He stretched out his injured leg, but it helped little to alleviate the pulsating, burning pain from his foot. He pulled his trousers up a bit to observe the damage.

The best thing to do when in a hopeless situation is to rack up coolness points.
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Egon stabbed his fork into his food. This was one mean thing too many. “Can you stop?” he said. “It isn't my fault that I have these powers and you got caught up in them. You don't have to insult me at every opportunity. Yes, she did approach me first, or do you think I’m too ugly and repulsive for that?” Ava didn't answer. No apology, no nothing. “That's it.” Egon jumped up, walked up to her, and ripped the tupperware box from her hands. “No more training, no more food for you. From now on, we’ll only meet for you to get your fix, other than that, we don't know each other.” He packed his backpack with haste, and slipped back into his jacket. “You did tell Angie that you won't get closer to her, right?” Egon's hand formed a fist. He snapped his head to Ava. The expression on her face was blank, not a hint of remorse. “You know, maybe I should go on a date with her. Then maybe I can feel a bit appreciated.” He was almost at the door, when Ava called after him. “Don't do anything stupid.” “The way you’ve been talking to me, everything I do is stupid.”

Egon has had enough
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Before long, they were in the front, and Sera ordered from the young barista. “Medium oat milk latte, I’m lactose intolerant.” That was about the only fact that Sera shared more freely about her, and that only out of necessity; too often, baristas or servers at restaurants would mix in regular milk if she didn't specify. Hanlon's razor did a lot of lifting in these cases: ‘Never attribute to malice what can be sufficiently explained by incompetence.’ The barista seemed to be neither incompetent nor malicious, she started preparing the beverage all with tools that hadn't been in contact with milk before.

Sera being lactose intolerant is relevant to the plot at a later point.
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