Author's Notes: I am quite new to writing stories and I would love feedback, no matter how harsh. I know this prologue is really short but I'm going to be updating as much as possible with my summer jobs permitting.
To be perfectly honest this is actually my first attempt at writing a story of any real length, and this is the first time I've posted something like this online. Before I've only ever written plays, essays, and poetry, so forgive me if this is horrid.
Enjoy!
Her eyes scanned over the information for the hundredth time, and as always they came to rest on the one decent photo that had been found of him. They had photos of all his faces of course, but this was the one she needed. This was the current face, and this was the face that everything depended on.
The van jostled underneath her, shifting the screen out of focus for a moment, and then they came to a stop. The guard to her left took the screen from her and she sighed inwardly as she waited for the inevitable. The backdoor of the van opened. The man that had opened the door came towards her and the guard on her right grabbed her shoulder to turn her towards him forcefully.
The man who opened the door grabbed her by the neck and stared into her eyes, then leaned forward. "There will be no mistakes on this one or they will be the ones to suffer," he hissed into her ear. She clenched her jaw and glared in response. Then the man dragged her up and out of the van, into the dismal London day, whispering to her, "Their lives depend on you finishing the task at hand."
She remained silent as he released her. Once all the guards and the man were back within their black van and driving around a corner she turned and started towards the coffee shop across the crowded street. And as she walked away she murmured under her breath, "All the worlds will burn for the task at hand."