So I've been sitting on this ideafor a bit, mostly to try and get a solid foundation down so I have a bit of a head start before posting. Back when I came up with this idea it was because of a dream, and I didn't want to start it because I hadn't yet finished Never Surrender. So I waited. The muse has been finicky lately so I have been hesitant to start posting what I'd written because I hate keeping readers waiting too long between chapters. However I've decided to bite the bullet, so to speak, and get at least the prologue up to see if there is interest. Might stoke the fire the muse is sitting on.
This is short, but it is the start I need.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, nor is any money made from this. My enjoyment is all I need.
Prologue
Hands, moving with the precision and ease that came from years of experience, picked up a pen style soldering iron from the table. Several colourfully jacketed eighteen gauge wires were nestled into a small, unidentifiable black box. Brown, focused eyes peered down at the item through a large magnifying glass, and they narrowed in concentration as the tip of the well-heated iron touched a solder-laden exposed copper winding.
Acrid smoke rose into the owner's face as the connection was made, but the eyes never closed, should they run the risk of neglecting the delicate task at hand. Nor was any attempt made to clear the offending aroma from being inhaled, and the plumes rose steadily into the air like a vintage cigar.
As the brown eyes surveyed the final product, lips, thin and chapped, parted into a long, dark smile displaying a row of teeth that were yellow from years of cigarette use. Perfection. The hands gently rested the soldering iron on the table and retrieved an opaque plastic cover and a precision phillips screwdriver. The open compartment was then sealed.
The scuffing of cheaply made chair legs echoed throughout the semi-lit room as the occupant stood up, and moved to the sheer-curtained window. A hand parted the thin material as a palm was pressed against the double-walled glass pane, and the brown eyed gaze shifted from the taking in the skyline to cast a glance over a large shoulder at the most recent creation sitting on the table like an un-awarded prize. The yellowed smile returned.
The quiet and stunningly beautiful landscape displayed out the window would soon be marred and thrown into chaos.
A perverse chuckle filled the room at the thought of what was to come.
TBC