How To Repair A Mechanical Heart - Plot & Excerpts
Eight minutes to the Tom Shandley Q&A. Gold tickets stamped, blue wristbands snapped on. The redheaded girl at the check-in booth gives us a cute gun-finger and says “Have a blast, guys!”You’re taking chances, bud.I reach in my SAFE-U vest, squeeze Plastic Sim.“Let’s go.” Abel shoves rudely at my back. “Seven minutes!”Inside it’s packed. Much more than Cleveland. The booths are swamped and the line for the Shandley Q&A is twice as long as Bree LaRue’s, wrapped all the way around the draped table where two of Xaarg’s Henchmen are signing a stack of promo shots. We’ll have to tromp through an army of strangers to get in line.I adjust my vest, scan faces. No one looks crazy. But how would I know?“Help me look for Dave, okay?” Bec says. “He said he’d meet me at the Q&A.”Abel high-fives her. “Woohoo! Get it, baby.”I don’t know how they’re calm. All I can think of is hey_mamacita. Plots are thickening. We have spies. I straighten my back like Sim but it doesn’t help; a camera flash pops, a toy laser gun goes brrrzzapp and I think this is it, this is how I die, face down on a stretch of paisley carpet by a rack of collectible Christmas balls that say DON’T MESS WITH XAARG.The doors to the Q&A room slide open.
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