<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Stun on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/stun/</link><description>Recent content in Stun on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 03 Jun 2019 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/stun/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Making a Monster</title><link>/stories/2019/06/03/making-a-monster/</link><pubDate>Mon, 03 Jun 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/06/03/making-a-monster/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Amy and April had just reached the final locations on their sightseeing assignment. Both young ladies worked for a film company that mainly did horror films. They had been searching the UK in order to find a filming location. They had spend all week going from one end of the country to the other. So far they had found nothing that would work. This was the last option and if it did not live up to expectations, their boss would be having strong words with them. They had spend lots of time and money and failing to find somewhere would put the project back.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Beta 3: Belladonna Sciori</title><link>/stories/2016/06/28/beta-3-belladonna-sciori/</link><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jun 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/06/28/beta-3-belladonna-sciori/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="beta2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beta 2: Spencer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3: Belladonna Sciori&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;What you&amp;rsquo;re proposing is treason, don&amp;rsquo;t you realize that?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Seated to one side of the large table, Bella watched quietly as Spencer considered his reply.  As she waited for him to speak, she thought about the path that had brought them here.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;They had spent, altogether, five days at Spencer&amp;rsquo;s cabin, resting and preparing themselves for the first step in his grand plan.  After leaving, they had spent the next month and a half moving from town to town within the province.  At each town, Spencer had spoken with the leaders, directing each to meet here.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Wrong Room</title><link>/stories/2016/05/09/the-wrong-room/</link><pubDate>Mon, 09 May 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/05/09/the-wrong-room/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Jess was waiting in the darkness for the owner of the house to leave. She was wearing all black and was standing behind a wall of trees and brushes. Jess had everything she needed to break into the home. She knew the owner was going out tonight and would be gone for a number of hours. It that time, she could break in and take whatever she could. Unless it was nailed down, it would be going with her. Jess was a good thief and had already robbed a couple of homes in the area. The lights started going out one by one as the owner got ready to leave. He left through the front door and locked it behind him. He double checked it and walked off into the night. Jess watched him walk away from his house and left his home isolated. It was a easy target as she waited a few more minutes in case he come back. Once Jess was happy it was all clear. She headed for the back door. Jess quickly picked the lock and disabled the alarm. She was in. Jess soon find a roll of money and a gold watch it was a good start. She was looking for small items first as she walked around the house. A macbook pro laptop and a go pro camera soon find themselves in her swag bag. The house was huge and looking in each and every room was taking time. She found some silver rings in a bedroom and was starting to think about how long she had left.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>At the Academy 9: Turning</title><link>/stories/2013/07/02/at-the-academy-9-turning/</link><pubDate>Tue, 02 Jul 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/07/02/at-the-academy-9-turning/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continues from &lt;a href="at_the_academy8.html"&gt;part 8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;9: Turning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“What? I’m sorry, Roger, what did you say?” Amy looked up from the computer screen as she spoke, still not seeming fully engaged.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I said, are you OK? You’ve been just fading in and out for the last day or so, and some of us are worried.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Of course, the last two days had been more than a bit of a strain on everyone. Third year students at the Academy regularly went through deep simulations with few breaks to start exposing them to an operational pace for their future assignments. More than an operational pace, actually – the theory was that if you really pushed the cadets now, you’d accomplish two things. First, they’d find the actual pace of operations almost relaxing. Second, you’d wash out the last of the cadets that didn’t belong.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The House of Bondage</title><link>/stories/2013/05/04/the-house-of-bondage/</link><pubDate>Sat, 04 May 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/05/04/the-house-of-bondage/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Jason was broke and desperate for a job. Flunking college and drifting through part-time jobs had quickly bored him and he was currently spending his days drinking with friends or lounging around the house&amp;hellip; his lacklustre start to life was not endearing him to his disappointed parents. Aged 22 and basically a bum, the threat of being kicked out by his dad lit a fire under his ass and after several months of moping around he came across an advert in his local newspaper. The fact that he even happened to be reading a newspaper at all was strange in itself, as Jason rarely picked up anything that didn’t contain pictures of naked or scantily-clad ladies. On this day however, fate led him to this advert. “Full time job on offer with excellent prospects, athletic young gentlemen required. Ring (number supplied) for more details.” Intrigued, Jason picked up his phone and decided to find out what it was about.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>At the Academy 5: Fierce Competition</title><link>/stories/2013/01/17/at-the-academy-5-fierce-competition/</link><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jan 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/01/17/at-the-academy-5-fierce-competition/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continues from &lt;a href="at_the_academy4.html"&gt;part 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 5: Fierce Competition&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Roger surveyed the hotel lobby from the mezzanine above. He knew what he was looking for, but needed to be sure that he didn&amp;rsquo;t appear to actually be looking. If his information was right, Amy and one of her partners in crime would be making their way across the lobby towards the West entrance at any moment now. He checked his watch, wondering if he had the timeline wrong in his head. As he did so, he allowed himself a moment to replay the events of the past week.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>