When TIWs get together...Jordan Bell and 'The Rotation'

Myself and Mathew W. Weaver (http://ramblingsandraving.blogspot.hu) from TIW 'respectfully' struck another fellow TIW, Jordan Bell, lovely man (http://jbfiction.blogspot.hu/) on facebook. Jordan loves to change his profile picture, he has some kind of 'rotation' thing going on, you get to see the same portrait picture come along every month or so. That's why I thought we'd better 'have a go' :-) So, in an Orson Welles voice, here's a little paranoid, pulp fiction relay story :-) (hehe)

The Rotation

[All in a Deep Orson Welles voice]

Dani J Caile

The Rotation was on. They wouldn't have a hope in hell chance of finding him now. They'd be as confused as a pig in a sweetshop. The red flare effect portrait had almost taken them off his scent but now he'd upped the stakes...cap with mug.

Mathew W. Weaver

The beard was shortened too; the mass of dense twisted growth shortened to the consistency of prickly hairbrush, the kind you always found yourself landing on when you fall on the couch. It was perfect. Or was it?

Dani J Caile

Would they see through his disguise? Would they entrap him as they had done once before, a victim of their excruciating mind control behind his mirrored glasses...

Mathew W. Weaver

No. Not by a long shot. He wouldn't let 'em take him again. Never again, he had sworn... but now, as he hunkered down in the booth, peering over his coffee mug, the bill of his baseball cap covering his eyes, he could see them, one at the bar and another by the door

Dani J Caile

In the time it took to eat his twinkie and down his coffee, they had swooped over him, each taking a shoulder and leaning into his own personal deodorant space, squeezing him deeper into the booth.

Mathew W. Weaver

"Hey, buddy," one whispered in his ear, shoving something hard in his side, "Long time no see." The other grinned, and patted the suspicious bulge under his coat.

Jordan Bell

You guys are f**king awesome. Lol.

Dani J Caile

"No, not now...why now?" He tried to run but they held him down, their hands like iron clamps. Despondant, he surrendered and slumped back into his seat. "Now, buddy..." The second slammed a pad on the table in front of him. "Get writing. We've been waiting long enough for that damn relay." The first handed him the pencil and he had no choice, no choice whatsoever. The Rotation had failed.

Mathew W. Weaver

 Sweat started to dribble down his face. Silently, he applauded himself for not taking the razor any closer; he knew that they smelled fear, and the beard masked that stench

Dani J Caile

He dropped the pencil and pushed his feet, unseen below the laminated hardboard table, against the edge of the seat's supports. The second turned the pad to himself. "Hey, buddy. That ain't gonna make it. " At that moment, the door of the diner opened as a group of laughing business types entered, ready to order their usual apple pie and crumble.

Mathew W. Weaver

He kicked, and the seat collapsed. One of them pitched backwards with a surprised yelp, and before the other could react, he threw the mug along with rest of the chocolate milk at his face.

Then he was up and gone, pushing past the shocked customers and the wide eyed waitress.

The piece of paper, fluttering like a leaf in the wind, finally landed on the floor, face up to show to the world in general the words:

"Not today, pal,"