Out of that, Scout's Honor was born.
So, what's this thing about?
When the US has been overtaken by despots, there's only one organization willing to try and take the country back. The Scouts aren't going to let tyranny reign.
Dinah, a Wing Scout and the daughter of the Scout Mistress General (missing for near four years now since a mission gone wrong), takes a major risk. Smuggled on to US soil, this Girl Scout is ready to fight back, find her mother and free a few Scouts while she's there.
And if she can finally throw down the terrible regime choking America? Well, the Girl Scout motto is "Be prepared...to resist!"
And because I can't help it, my current favorite scene:
“When the doctor said you should push yourself,” Eddy remarked, “I don’t think this is precisely what she meant.”
I shrugged. “Exercising in the rehab gym was depressing.” I continued walking along the top of the fence. “I’m testing my balance.”
She shook her head, leaning back against a post. “If you fall, I will not be blamed for the scrapes and bruises.”
“This whole curmudgeon thing you do, you know it’s like, only more attractive to me. Right?” Did I say that out loud? Oh…fuck.
“And I admit you are pretty damn cute when you’re plotting to overthrow despotic regimes.”
I stumbled, airplaning my arms to regain my balance. Failing that, I tried to fall toward the grass rather than the sidewalk. The sensation of falling, of losing balance, my heart jumping into my throat—and then stopped by a firm grip as Eddy caught me.
Okay, this was not in any way making me less attracted to her.
“I thought you weren’t going to stop me from falling.”
“Never said that.” She peered down at me. “I said I wouldn’t be blamed.” Her nose wrinkled. “Didn’t think it would be this easy to sweep you off your feet.”
I groaned. “A pun? Really?”
“If it works? Yes.” She licked her lips. “I’m really glad you did something stupid and reckless and got me out of jail. Thank you. I meant to say it before but, thank you.”
“Oh, you know, it was nothing.” I swallowed nervously.
“Right.” She nodded, leaning closer to me, strong arms still holding me tight. “Can I kiss you?”
I was entirely okay with that but I couldn’t quite bring myself to speak in the moment. I could only nod, eyes wide as she pressed her lips to mine. I felt like the whole world had shifted suddenly. Kissing Eddy was like electricity tingling against my skin. She was decidedly in control of the encounter from every aspect an outsider could see but I couldn’t ever remember someone stopping to just ask that one little question before.
It made me feel…cherished. Important.
Eddy pulled back the moment I started to cry.
“Hey,” she got me standing again and put a hand on my cheek. Brows drawn down in worry. “Hey, are you all right? Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head. “No. No I just…that was perfect. I don’t know why I’m crying.”
“It’s okay.” She smiled. “Hug?”
“Okay.” She pulled me back into her arms, stroking my hair.
She gave me the time I needed to compose myself, not really caring if I got her shirt wet.
“You know,” I said as we finally began to walk back to the hospital. “If you need a shoulder to cry on, I’m here for you too. I don’t want you to think that I can’t be there for you. I want to be there for you.”
Eddy took my hand as we walked. “I know. Right now though? Right now you need me. And that’s okay.”
“Come on, we’ll get you some cocoa and see if we can’t find something decent to eat in the cafeteria.”
I snorted. “I really thought the food would get better once we got out of prison. You know?”
Eddy laughed. “Yeah. I know—maybe we can find a burger place on the way back.”