Dear Inkdrops,
I have decided to write a Sequel to "An Assasin's Creed".
To be precise, there are very likely going to be a couple of shorter stories, the series is going to be called
Caprica City Crimes
(CCC)
The first novel is
"Blood on Diamonds"
Disclaimer: I don't own BSG
Excerpt from Prologue
A night in Caprica City is like a night in any big city. There are the skyscrapers that never seem to darken, the people that never seem to sleep, the music in the clubs and bars that never seems to stop - it's the same kind of houses, the same kind of people, the same kind of music one would find on Picon. Or Tauron. Maybe even Gemenon, if one searches long enough. And still, there is something different about Caprica City. Maybe it is the smell of sophistication in the air? Maybe it is the feeling of progress in the wind? Maybe it is the distant humming of prophecy in the leaves of the trees? The common folk calls it flair and tries to pinpoint it in brochures. The poets call it soul and try to immortalize it in their works of art. Whatever it is - Caprica has it.
That was the city that greeted their Gangster Queen from the window of the little flat she was currently staying at, right in the middle of everything. It was only two rooms and a little kitchen and the excuse of a bathroom, but it was enough. After all, the purpose of all this was to have a place to store her gear and to have a safehouse, in case something happened to her in the city centre. And the view was fantastic, that was another positive point. Especially from the rooftop. Maybe she would go up there later, if the weather stayed nice. Her neighbours thought she was a bit odd, because she was nearly never home, but she had told everybody that she preferred living a bit further in the suburbs and only kept the apartment in case she went out and it got late. That was actually quite the truth. The woman usually didn't lie if it wasn't necessary - lying was just a waste of energy if one could avoid it.
Laura didn't really have a reason to be where she was that night, it was more a Routine check-up, clean the sniper rifles, stock up the little fridge, even wipe down the bathroom. It was all stuff that had to be done and the "Red Rose" always did what had to be done, no question. She hid the weapons again under the floorboards and just wanted to leave the rooms for the roof, when her phone rang. Not the "Laura Roslin Phone" with its silver case and black book quotes on it. No, the "Red Rose Phone", the black one, the one with the number only contacted by members of the Caprica City Underworld. People requiring her service as an inteligencer. Or assasssin. Depending.
"Frak!", she cursed.
That would be the end of her holiday. The holiday that had just started after this little coup at Joseph Adama's law firm a week ago. Because if it wasn't too weird, Laura wouldn't say no to a job offer. Not because they forced her. Not because she needed the money. Simply because she loved the kick. It was her own personal drug.
That is the first teaser, the whole prologue will be out soon!