sozme
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Having a lot of trouble with this chapter in multiple areas. I'll start with the beginning here (its 162 words). Of the versions I have written, this is the one that I think flows best, but I still don't like it. I'm not sure if I should have the setting description ("The air was hot, heavy" etc.) earlier or at all. Any suggestions for improvement would be lovely.
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The stolen starcraft lay ruined in plain sight of the intended target. It was half-buried in muck above the beach, surrounded by military vans with flashing blue-and-red lights. Driscoll Cannon led the other SCAR towards the cordon, eyes squinted against the salt-water spray whipped in his face by the gathering wind.
“How many dead?” Cannon asked.
An unnaturally large man with spiked blonde hair and coke-bottle sized goggles looked up from the hologram on his wrist.
“Thirty-two dead, three still alive,” Klein said. “The Juno Defense Authority is absolutely sure there’s no explosives.”
“I don’t give a rat’s ass what they’re sure of,” Cannon snapped. “I want this ship combed over completely before this storm hits.”
The air was hot, heavy, and damp. The sky was a glowing haze of bilious orange. Lightening flickered continuously through a blanket of bloated clouds covering the entire sky. Pools of dirty rainwater gathered in divots of purple-colored sand.
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The stolen starcraft lay ruined in plain sight of the intended target. It was half-buried in muck above the beach, surrounded by military vans with flashing blue-and-red lights. Driscoll Cannon led the other SCAR towards the cordon, eyes squinted against the salt-water spray whipped in his face by the gathering wind.
“How many dead?” Cannon asked.
An unnaturally large man with spiked blonde hair and coke-bottle sized goggles looked up from the hologram on his wrist.
“Thirty-two dead, three still alive,” Klein said. “The Juno Defense Authority is absolutely sure there’s no explosives.”
“I don’t give a rat’s ass what they’re sure of,” Cannon snapped. “I want this ship combed over completely before this storm hits.”
The air was hot, heavy, and damp. The sky was a glowing haze of bilious orange. Lightening flickered continuously through a blanket of bloated clouds covering the entire sky. Pools of dirty rainwater gathered in divots of purple-colored sand.
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