Chapter 8
At a fancy pants party…
The “Wit of Lupin” was a fake. But that did not stop the well-to-do of Paris from fawning over it and glutting themselves on canapés and champagne. The woman in blue lost count of how many times she heard some self-appointed expert on gemology proclaim the ‘diamond’ was unsurpassed in quality and size, but it never failed to make her smile.
Hey, there folks!
I have not forgotten about this fic, and I apologize for not updating in so long. A big part of that is that I’ve moved out of the states and am now living in Japan as an assistant English teacher for elementary and middle school kids. This has been a not insubstantial adjustment for me to make. I am not, of course, complaining - I’ve been working toward getting this job for quite some time and I’m super happy with it.
A few days ago my friend pointed out to me that a TVTropes page was actually made for this fic. I was shocked and really flattered, and then reminded that this had not been updated in about six months.
I’ve been a bad mommy to my fan fic.
That said, I’ve gotten in the head space to do some more writing on this and I have work on Spy’s chapter done. I’m considering posting it pretty much as is, although it does break the pattern of the chapters thus far as that it has (as of right now), no flashback. I’ve been turning it over in my head for a while and considering what I might write for a flashback, but part of me is wondering if I should just keep Spy’s chapter free of one what with the nature of the character. It just seems like it might be better to leave his past obscured. When it comes to writing the flashback itself, I was thinking of doing something with him and the Woman in Blue having a conversation, but a lot of the scenarios I can think of are quite similar to other ones that are already in the fic. I’d also thought of doing something with their going out and working together on an operation in the past during WWII, but that feels like something that could be an entirely new story altogether and might run a little long.
So, I ask you, gentle readers, what do you think I should do? If you like, I can post the draft flashback-free and you can offer your opinions.
Thank you all for your patience.
Thank you for the follow! Make yourself comfortable!
The song from which the lyrics at the end of Medic’s chapter came! I love me some Eels.
Chapter 7
Earlier…
“If you can get the German, you can get any of them.”
The woman in blue stood at the pay phone nearby which she had parked the car she’d been supplied, listening to her employer’s smoke-ravaged voice. She spared a quick glance at the silver Bel Air; it was good to be reminded of the perks this job was going to entail.
“He’ll set the bar; all the information we’ve compiled and the conclusions you’ve come to suggest he’ll be the most difficult.”
