HT100 Challenge 329 - Plan
Title: Wile E. O'Reily
Prompt: Plan
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200 (a double drabble)
Note: I just discovered this bit of fic after cleaning out some folders. I wrote it over a year ago, but apparently forgot to post it. D'oh! Getting old, I guess!
Ryan O'Reily slid into a chair at an empty table. He opened his latest mail order catalog and quickly became absorbed in its contents, barely noticing Beecher when he sat down next to him.
"What're you reading?" Beecher asked.
"A new catalog from the Acme Corporation," Ryan answered without looking up. "They sell the most amazing shit."
"Like what?"
"Giant rubber bands, bouncing anvils, do-it-yourself tornado kits, explosive birdseed," Ryan listed. "And that's just this month's specials."
"Sounds like quite the variety of potentially lethal products."
"Yeah, a person could do some serious bodily harm to their worst enemy with this stuff." Ryan flipped to the next page. "Too bad it all costs a fortune."
Beecher raised an eyebrow. "I got money," he stated quietly. He glanced across the room to where the Aryans had gathered. "And a worst enemy."
Ryan said nothing.
"Unfortunately," Beecher continued, "I lack imagination. If only I knew someone with some real ingenuity. Then I could pay him to devise a plan."
Ryan finally looked up from his catalog. His eyes followed Beecher's gaze, and a sly smile inched across his face.
"Beecher," he said, "I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."
Prompt: Plan
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200 (a double drabble)
Note: I just discovered this bit of fic after cleaning out some folders. I wrote it over a year ago, but apparently forgot to post it. D'oh! Getting old, I guess!
Ryan O'Reily slid into a chair at an empty table. He opened his latest mail order catalog and quickly became absorbed in its contents, barely noticing Beecher when he sat down next to him.
"What're you reading?" Beecher asked.
"A new catalog from the Acme Corporation," Ryan answered without looking up. "They sell the most amazing shit."
"Like what?"
"Giant rubber bands, bouncing anvils, do-it-yourself tornado kits, explosive birdseed," Ryan listed. "And that's just this month's specials."
"Sounds like quite the variety of potentially lethal products."
"Yeah, a person could do some serious bodily harm to their worst enemy with this stuff." Ryan flipped to the next page. "Too bad it all costs a fortune."
Beecher raised an eyebrow. "I got money," he stated quietly. He glanced across the room to where the Aryans had gathered. "And a worst enemy."
Ryan said nothing.
"Unfortunately," Beecher continued, "I lack imagination. If only I knew someone with some real ingenuity. Then I could pay him to devise a plan."
Ryan finally looked up from his catalog. His eyes followed Beecher's gaze, and a sly smile inched across his face.
"Beecher," he said, "I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."