100 in 100!

[kaige68.livejournal.com]

Your challenge (should you choose to accept it) is to crank out 100 words or 1 graphic inspired by the word:
Interference

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off to a good start...

[agdhani.livejournal.com]

Word on the street gleaned from scavs and ruffs he had worked with before were of medical raids in LaGuardia and that a new laedan had been appointed. It was unlikely that Lowell could have reached LaGuardia so quickly, particularly since what remained of his army had been taken over by his son. He would have had to make the journey alone. If he had been on the battlefield, there was no indication that he had survived the fight. Or perhaps he had joined forces with Jia and, during the return trip, had reached an accord that elevated the girl in her father’s stead.
It was not word Kato would want to hear. If she was now alpha and Laedan, it was unlikely she would have time for the complications of a Cana-Fela relationship. It was as he had said, unfair as it seemed, it was better if his son let her go. To remind Kato of that fact, to give him this news, would mean being accused of interference…but the grudge against his father was justified.
Uzzi had not been present in Kato’s life long enough to have earned the right to advise him.
Or maybe the remaining Channon son had been elevated, father and son ruling together.
He would need to travel to LaGuardia’s Fortress, or else hire some one to go and bring him word. Uzzi did not intend to be here long enough for that word to get back to him and did not have time to seek the truth now. He did not have enough credits on hand to do that. Quentin was dead. He was never getting paid. Whomever was laedan did not matter to him. He had his own life to live.
He read down the signboard menu on the post next to the street vendor’s cart, looking for something he could take back to the healers left in the safehouse Aman had taken them to. There had been food stocked in the pantry there, but no wood for a cook fire and he would not be the only one who was hungry by now. He used the few credits Aman had provided and bought as much warm food as he could carry, as much as he had the credits for, and headed back. Aman should return soon as well, as would the three ruffs. He was curious to know what they had learned…and if Aman had a solid idea to gain them access to Laedan Hallister…though Uzzi had no idea why the man was reluctant to return to his employer.

[simplyn2deep.livejournal.com]

Stiles glared at the glowing wires of the bomb. "Why is there always interference when I’m trying to save the day?"

Derek crouched beside him, eyes darting between Stiles’ hands and the timer. "Focus, Stiles. You’ve got this."

"I *would* if this stupid signal would stop messing with my tools!" Stiles snapped, jabbing the device. The clock ticked down: 00:20.

Derek growled. "Then stop using tech and use your brain!"

Stiles paused, took a deep breath, then yanked two wires.

The timer froze at 00:02.

"See? Easy," Stiles said, smirking.

Derek huffed. "Next time, no interference."

Interference - OZ - Burr Redding & Omar White - 153 words

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“I asked you to run interference with McManus. A simple distraction that would keep him from knowing what we were up to. I did not ask you to shank the man,” Redding growled.

Omar raised his hands. “My mistake. Really, Burr, let me make it up to you. You got something I need. I'm sure I've got something you need.” He giggled. “McManus is already talking about giving me a second chance. I've got nine lives with that cat. That's nine chances for Omar to show how valuable he can be to you.”

“Omar can show his value by allowing me a bit of time to think about it. McManus may be an easy mark, but I am not as forgiving.”

“Sure, sure, okay, Burr. I got you.” Omar backed out of the cell. He'd have to get his fix from Poet tonight. Maybe Redding would be more amenable in a few days.