I know it has been a while since I have posted anything, but I thought I would share a little something that I worked on today. This is very rough, so be kind, but it is from the next book in the Armageddon Angels series. Tell me what you think. Motivate me to get this beast finished.
“She might be,” Hanse interrupted. “I’m not saying she is, but we have to play it safe. If you’re right then a little extra time won’t matter, but if you’re wrong we could be handing Isis and the rest of the resistance over to Dewitt or someone else.”
“I am already on the inside. I can learn more and when the time is right I will take you to her myself,” Debra said.
Evan let out a breath that he had been holding without even realizing it. “You’re right, about waiting I mean, but I don’t think she’s working for Aldric or anyone else.” Continue reading “Beyond the Darkside 34-21 to 24”
The silence left in Isaac’s wake filled the expansive office like water filling a reservoir, and like water, it threatened to drown Aldric where he sat. Thoughts rushed about like currents in a great sea, pulling him with them, spinning him about in little eddies that went nowhere, crushing him under their weight before threatening to pull him apart.
How was it possible? How had he survived? Were they talking to him too? Were they protecting him? Why had they not told Aldric? Was there more to this than his plan? Was Margaret behind this? Why couldn’t the stupid fucker die?
“What was taken?” Aldric asked as he glared at Isaac.
“Mostly food and medical supplies,” the security chief said as he stood before his boss. “There were some electronics and parts we are still checking, but we should have the results in an hour.” Isaac noted the strain on Aldric’s face and chose not to mention the secure vault being opened or the weapons that were stolen. Continue reading “Beyond the Darkside 33-1 to 5”
Hanse reached behind his back and grabbed the grip of the handgun he kept tucked into the back of his pants. He did his best to keep his hands from shaking, but a tremor persisted.
“Don’t do it, Hanse,” Evan said.
The safety clicked off with a flick of Hanse’s thumb.
Evan put his hands up in front of him with the palms facing Hanse. “If you’d rather I left, then point me in the right direction–”
“Out the airlock, you fuck,” Hanse said as he jerked his head in the direction of the garage’s exit.
“Sorry, but I’m not killing myself today,” Evan said. “You point me in the right direction, give me a lift, and I’ll stay far away from you and Isis.”
“That won’t be necessary,” Debra said as the door into the house opened. Continue reading “Beyond the Darkside: 32-18 to 23”
Evan looked around the garage. “Is there a bathroom or something?”
“In the house, but you’ll have to strip out here,” Hanse said. “The little woman wouldn’t like it if we brought them inside.”
“But…I…” Evan climbed out of the shuttle and looked about. “What about privacy?”
“Stuff your privacy little man. I’ve been watching you in your little room since you arrived,” Hanse said as he exited the shuttle. He poked Evan in the chest with a finger and said, “Everything.” Continue reading “Beyond the Darkside 32-13 to 17”
“You know her?” Evan asked.
“Know her? Hell, wonder boy, she’s my wife,” Hanse said with a foolish grin.
“Wait, you’re married?”
“What? You think I spend all of my time keeping an eye on you?” He turned and smiled at his wife. “I have this lovely creature to come home too.”
“Not that you do,” Debra said. “You haven’t been home in three days.”
“Well I’ve been busy,” Hanse said.
“Obviously, but would it hurt to check in every now and then at least?” she asked.