Page five of Bulletproof Poets, and another snippet of The Eliza Effect-

Ground_Control:

Owen hit the on button, then spread out the documentation he had so carefully tidied up the night before. The phone rang. He tried ignoring it, to see if it would go away. His resolve lasted three rings, �Hello?�

�The Eagle has landed.�

�Pardon?�

�The Eagle. Has. Landed.�

�They�re sending you to the moon?� Conversations with Paul were consistently odd, but this was off the scale.

�Sorry?�

�Whassup?�

�Approval. We got the go ahead. The project is on.�

�Oh right. The Eagle has landed. Nice one. So, are you getting a raise out of this?�

There was silence on the other end of the phone. �I don�t know.�

�Well if you don�t mention it, they won�t.�

�I�ll have to remember that. So, how do I manage a project?�

�I couldn�t tell you that, it would spoil all the fun for you.�

�Oh go on.�

�I�ll send you documentation, don�t worry.�

�Cool. Well, some of us have to work. I�ll see you.�

Page four of Bulletproof Poets.

I’m having problems getting connected/ staying connected to the Net. It could have something to do with the high winds messing with telephone lines I guess.

Anyway, whilst I’m here- Bulletproof Poets pages two and three rough layouts.

The Eliza Effect begins now!
Check out the chapter listing, then read this segment.
The sub chapters are going to be posted here first, in whole or in part, then added to the relevant chapter a few days later. New sub chapters as and when they arrive.
Also, I’m cheating on the pic of the day. Here’s the one for the 31st. And for most of February, pod will be the layouts to Bulletproof Poets, starting here.
On with the show-

Scenic_Route:
The lights had stopped Owen by the Park gate. If they hadn�t, he would have come to a stop for some other reason.
The scenic route beckoned, through the trees and over the obstacles the council had so kindly put there for him.
He was still staring into the park when the lights changed. Time to go. A quick check revealed no pedestrians. He pulled the bike round and pointed it to the left of the gate. A careful approach, haul the front wheel up, dab the brake to lift the back wheel and then a flowing move to throw the bike forward. And he was balanced on the low wall, accelerating toward the drop off at the other end. He styled it, flicking the bars through nearly forty-five degrees while the bike was in the air. A moment�s consideration after landing, then he was accelerating again toward the nearest set of steps.
Landing smoothly from the steps, he dabbed the rear brake, locking the wheel just for a moment. He pointed the bike between the nearest two trees and sprinted, catching a little air off the ridge beyond them. Then down into the little bowl behind the flowerbed, leaning as far as possible into the corner. The course, laid out by some local teenagers, wound in and out of the trees, crossing the path four times. He was aiming for a personal best today.

Kate was waiting for Owen. She always waited for him, finding a way to hang around near the door for as long as necessary. Today she was photocopying Terms and Conditions documents for all the offices The Company had just acquired.
A little later than usual, he arrived, freshly showered and a little flushed from exercise. �You�re late.� She told him.
He flashed the smile that made her stomach cramp up. �Yeah, well, traffic was hell.�