This is the first project that I am trying on here that I plan on committing to, so I'd like a lot of feedback to this story. This part is a prologue, and will be an introduction to a character that'll break up drama and dialogue with a new storyline parallel to the action. Not to say that there won't be much action. There'll be a lot of it. It'd be a bad action story if there wasn't much action. But I'll stop talking your ear off, and let you make what you want of it. Please Question Query or Comment on anything about the story. Fans make me want to make more of them, while hate makes me want to improve. An eerie silence just makes it all seem pointless though…
He had two guns, but not what he expected. His service weapon and a backup. The backup was a factory-fresh Beretta M9/92F, an ancient weapon, but strangely new, implying recent creation or extremely well looked after. The strange weapon though was the one he held. It was a massive gun; 8 foot long, chrome, and had written down the side AE11 Rifle service number 001093. The massive gun held under the left arm. The other strapped to his left ankle.
Both still in their holsters.
There's a strict protocol for bringing the career of a follower of the Road to a premature end. It demanded that his Beretta be taken out. Placed in his right hand. Curl his index finger through the trigger guard. Release the safety. Discharge at least one round. Give them the final dignity of appearing to whoever found his body that he'd at least gone down fighting.
Justice Knight Martin always followed those rules before. With an African. Two Tribals. A shopkeeper. A raider band. Even a Frenchman, on one bizarre occasion. But that evening, he left the guns where they were. He didn't even loosen the straps that held them in place. He just left him lying face down on the strip of the coarse office carpet, picked up the green metal flask he had been so desperate to take, and walked away.
He was a knight, just like him. The insult was deliberate. Calculated. Unmistakable for anyone from his world.
And only ever paid to a traitor.