Hey if you read a couple of my journals or my profile you would know that I am an author. This is from the newest chapter in one of my work in progresses. This is a work of fiction!
It is dark, her instincts were telling her it was shortly before dawn. Time wasn't on her side. She moves silently through the darkness which can be a friend or an enemy at the drop of a hat. Tonight Dea hoped it would stay a friend. This was a simple look but no touch mission. She just needed to know if this was where the missiles were being hidden. Dea glanced at the dark quite suburban houses with well manicured lawns. Talk about a mind blower who would have thought that a terrorist group known through out the world would hide nuclear warheads in a small little town in Texas. Dea, years before, would have expected somewhere like Miami or Malibu but she now understood that the best place to commit crime is where no one thinks crime happens. The house in question's windows were all dark and the curtains closed. Dea climbed silently to the second story balcony. As they were downstairs, all of the windows were carefully shaded. She knew it was risky but Dea tried the sliding glass door. She was surprised to find that it slid open. Well she knew she shouldn't but she wanted to get something out of this trip, so she opened it enough for her to get in. She found herself in what seemed to be an empty bedroom. Curious and curiouser, Dea moved silently to the open door the hall was also empty, and not just of people there was no furniture, no rugs, just nothing. Her informant told her that they have had two moving vans come and drop off what looked like boxes of furniture. Dea silently looked in the other rooms upstairs to find them all empty. Dea quietly went down the stairs. She looked around there was a folding card table and some chairs in the center of the room to the right to her left was the kitchen. Dea could see the door to the basement in the kitchen. "If I were a terrorist I would hide my missiles in the basement." She thought to herself as she moved in to the kitchen. The hair on the back of her neck stood up. Dea's gun was in her hand in that instant, she spun her gun immediately steady on the man that managed to stay out of sight until now. She eyed the gun steady in his hand noted his stance then met his eyes. They bore into hers there was a smile in his as if he had just won a prise. Dea smiled back in a dare. "You must be the Goddess." He said gesturing with his eyes to the silver wings tattooed on her neck. "That I am. And you must be the Wolf." Dea said gesturing with her eyes to the silver wolf band on his cowboy hat.
Just so you know I most likely won't put anymore of this book in my journal with out some feedback.
ShyPopTart · Fri Mar 30, 2007 @ 02:25am · 2 Comments |