The rules... Go to Page 7, 70, or 170 of a current Work in Progress or recently published work and choose either the first complete paragraphs or 7 lines of dialogue to share. Paste it and tag 7 other authors to do the same...
Uh...if you want to try this, go ahead. (tag)
Here's from an unnamed WIP:
"Is he any good? Can he keep them in line?"
"He's a 6'4 former cop from Brooklyn. Shot twice and left for dead. And before all that, he was an Army Ranger. Iraq and Afghanistan. That good enough for you?"
J.T. blinked, blinked again. A slow smile passed over his face. "That'll work."
Ariadne shrugged and leaned back in her chair. He appreciated that no-nonsense attitude, but still shivered when she focused her sightless eyes upon him. For the first time, he wondered what she really saw through those sensory implants. Was he simply a computer-generated blur, with temperature shading and up-to-the-minute updates on his vital signs? Did she even know he was more than that?
"And he works for you now?"
"Not directly, not anymore. At the moment, he's across the pond, assisting Detective Inspector Rowan with a little problem."
"Domhail Rowan. I'm surprised he's still with Scotland Yard." At Ariadne's blank look, he added, "I mean, after that thing with the Sgian Dubh."
Black Knife. J.T knew he'd probably mispronounced the Scots Gaelic, but Ariadne understood it all the same. She gave him a knowing look.
"It would have been a shame if they'd sacked Rowan at the time. In any case, Rowan's the only one who can keep Major McGuire in line."
He raised his eyebrows as she added, "So far. I'm expecting that you and McGuire work together. not like each other. There's more at stake than your precious egos. If you don't get that now, it'll be the last thing you'll ever learn."