Just passed 32k!

In the past 5,000 words I've killed two people on the ISS, dropped six nukes on poor, innocent bystanders, and had this exchange:

"Amateurs, the lot of them. The 'My ID? Of course you can have my- oops I just stabbed you in the eyeball' is the oldest trick in the book."

"Really?" Erik said woodenly, still staring at the knife covered in blood and what he really, really didn't want to think of as eye-juice.

"Yes. It's up there with the old 'Can you help me read this map- oops I just kneed you in the meat and veg'. Oh, thank you."

The one character is so fun to write. He's an old English guy that pretends to be a doctor but is really a crazy secret agent sort of person with all sorts of dirty tricks up his sleeves. Later on he blows up a Neo-Nazi werewolf with a railgun he keeps in his van. Deep, I know.

One thing I've noticed is how much I tend to write comedy scenes in Pratchett-like way. Probably because I've read all thirty-six(or so) of his books like a thousand times each. The language and mannerisms are practically embedded in me at this point. Hopefully I'm not taking too much away, though.