In Which We Test Flock

The following is a test of Flock‘s built-in post-to-WordPress functionality. Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain or the snippet of story used in this test; both are figments of your imagination.


“Okay,” Steve said as he regained his feet, “that was some serious black helicopter shit right there.”

Agent Drake brushed concrete dust off the shoulder of his suit jacket with one hand and peered at Steve, eyes still hidden behind those damned dark sunglasses. “I’m afraid I don’t follow, Mr. Holcomb,” he said.

“Oh, come on!” Steve shouted, gesturing toward the hole in the wall. “Some kind of Knight Rider supercar just drove right through this warehouse! Your boys just took down a shape-shifting alien assassin with a sonic pulse blaster that I’m pretty sure I saw in a G.I. JOE cartoon twenty years ago and now everybody—ninjas, aliens, everybody—is gone! Beamed up by Scotty or whoever the hell is controlling your transporter that you keep saying doesn’t exist!”

“Localized seismic tremors caused some structural damage to a warehouse that was apparently constructed with substandard materials and with little or no regard to municipal building codes, Mr. Holcomb.” Drake said. He was dialing a number on his cell phone, but continued to talk to Steve. “The building was abandoned, but an intruder—that would be you, Mr. Holcomb—was injured when the south wall collapsed. The intruder sustained no broken bones or life-threatening internal injuries, but did suffer some cranial trauma which led to mild delusions and amnesia.”

“Like hell,” Steve said, grabbing the agent’s cell phone. “You’re not calling anymore of your buddies in to cover this up. Not this time!”

“Of course I’m not,” Drake said, and Steve thought he saw the faintest trace of a smirk on the agent’s normally stoic face, “I’m merely distracting you for a moment.”

Steve frowned, puzzled. “Distracting me? From wha—”

The question died on his lips as an invisible rifle butt slammed into the back of his head. There was a bright flash of stars, then nothing.

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