Chapter 7
“Glad that’s over with?”
“No shit.” As replies went, his wasn’t the most elegant or eloquent.
The man unfastening the harness just laughed. Alex stood in front of a green screen on top of a platform with thick pads in the same green-coloured fabric laid out below, hoping never to do wire work again. Technically, the most difficult thing was to land without losing balance, to make the action look like natural movement. Physically, Alex hated being hoisted in the damn thing. He’d hated it from day one of training and hated using the harness on set. He didn’t care how many times the effects staff told him the straps were state of the art equipment. Alex knew how heavy he was, and now, after four months of instruction and subsequently another four weeks of strenuous fight sequence
