Prologue
A crowd gathers before a large plasma screen, on it, a close up of a man's face, gagged and silenced.
His eyes are hidden by dark goggles, but somehow his face still portrays a sense of bored annoyance, like the whole display is beneath his notice.
A hint of defiance reveals itself in the line of his jaw, in the set of his brow, but nothing to raise the wrath of his armed guards.
A timer in the corner of the screen ticks on and the crowd murmurs, shifting restlessly. Soon, they whisper, soon.
Short and sweet I know, but less is more I always think.
~ Dreaming Dragonfly