Another 3.1 K on the Apocalypse Pictures Presents rewrite, and Magic Meter says:
One more logistical hurdle to clear, and then we’re down to the denouement.
The word is denouement, folks. It’s from the French. Look it up.
Oh, never mind. Here’s your snippet:
He checked his own pistol one more time. Fully loaded, safety off, ready to go. He hoped he wouldn’t need it; Susan had berated him repeatedly what being such a lousy shot. But if he did have to fire it, their chances of survival would be slim, anyway.
A wash of headlight illumination at the east doors, and the drone of an approaching engine, though he did not see the vehicle. Gil holstered his pistol—carefully—but made sure it was visible.
The engine cut off. Car doors opened and closed. Footfalls on the concrete outside. Gil drew a shaky breath and wished Johnny Cascio were there.
No updates for Write Club.
Until next week, au revoir.
