Post by novelsanon5 on Aug 15, 2010 0:55:17 GMT -5
Well, at long last, I'm making my first post... so might as well make it the thing that I've been doing instead of posting. Feel free to critique (Heaven knows I need it 
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Prologue
Vic's eyes inched open as the morning sun streamed through his bedroom window. He sighed aloud as he stared up at his ceiling. He had had that same dream again. It had been reoccurring on-and-off ever since the year had started. "I need a smoke," Vic groaned as he slowly peeled back the covers and slid his feet onto the floor. In-truth, the dream was more of a headache to him than a thought provoker, but Vic knew there was some kind of message within it, something he always seemed to miss, always just out of reach.
After letting his eyes adjust, Vic reached over to the night-stand that stood next to his bed and opened the top drawer. Reaching-in, he pulled out a small red and white box with an eagle inscribed on the front. Vic flicked the top open and grimaced as he peered inside. "Damn," He mumbled, taking the Maverick out of its box. "Only one left." Vic dropped the now-empty cigarette box on-top of the nightstand and placed the end of the small paper cylinder in his mouth. However, before he could get a chance to light it, there was a knock at the cabin door.
Vic paused for a moment and sighed. "Really?" He asked rhetorically. As if to answer his question, there was another set of knocks on the door. Without another word, Vic rose off of the box-spring mattress and walked over to the small, three-drawer dresser on the other side of the bedroom, placing the cigarette on-top. Opening the bottom two drawers, he retrieved a v-neck and a pair of jeans, promptly putting both on. He then opened the top drawer, reached toward the back of the compartment, and pulled out a strange necklace.
The cord was long-enough to easily slip over a normal person's head without being undone and seemed to be made of a tiny, black rope. However, the most amazing part of it was the stone that the cord was fastened to. The deep-blue gem was about the size and shape of a rounded arrowhead. It was very smooth and, if one looked into it, it seemed to have a small light emitting from its center.
Vic merely stared at the gem for a moment, a nostalgic smile spread across his face. However, he was pulled from his memories when the knocks resounded through the cabin once more. Vic turned his head toward the doorway. "Yeah, I heard you! I'm coming!" He yelled, slipping the necklace over his head, tucking the stone through his collar and placing the Maverick in his pocket. He then exited the bedroom and entered the main room of the small cabin, approaching the front door. Flicking the lock off, Vic pulled the door open and grinned. "Ashley," He said in mock reminiscence. "What a nice surprise to see you in my neck of the woods."
The woman at the door was in a government-issue suit with matching aviator sunglasses. She had jet-black hair that was tied back in a short ponytail. Her dark eyebrows slowly raised and lowered, suggesting a rolling of the eyes. "How many times must we go through this Mr. Blare?" She said in an annoyed tone. "It's Agent Hartman to you."
“Yeah, yeah,” Vic chuckled, noticing the man in a similar suit standing beside the black Ford Taurus in the gravel driveway. “How long have you and Agent Smith over there been dating?”
Hartman merely stared at him. “I didn’t come here for small-talk,” She sighed, reaching into her pocket and pulling out an un-marked USB drive. “I came here to give you your next assignment.”
"I gathered as much," Vic said, accepting the small storage-device. “When can I expect the U-Haul truck to be here?”
“Relax,” Hartman said. “The subjects are nearby. Just about an hour drive from this little shack of yours.”
Vic let out a deep breath. “Well that’s a relief,” He said, pulling the cigarette from his pocket and sticking it in his mouth. “How many are we talking this time? Five, ten?”
“Two,” Hartman answered. “If the medical records are correct.”
Vic gave a long exhale, flexing a muscle at the base of his throat. “My luck’s just getting better and better, isn’t it?” He said, pulling the now-smoking Maverick out of his mouth. "So, can I get the details of my two protégés or are you going to make me wait until I read it?"
Hartman waved her hand in-front of her face as the smoke wafted across the porch. "A canine and a generator," She said sarcastically, dropping her business-only attitude. "Now will put that damn thing out!"
“Sorry Ash,” Vic said with a smirk. “I guess it’s just in my nature.”
Hartman cocked her head to the side and smirked menacingly. “Really?” She asked, sarcastically, her hand slowly rising toward her shades. “In that case, I’ll just take my sunglasses off…”
Vic’s eyes suddenly widened as his right hand shot-up to shield them. “Geez Ashley!” He yelled. “A little smoke is nothing to kill me over!”
"What?" Hartman said innocently. "You get to smoke. Why shouldn't I be able to look at you with my own two eyes?"
"I think the circumstances are a bit different!" Vic snapped, desperately trying to keep his eyes covered.
Hartman then grabbed the cigarette from between Vic’s fingers and smothered it on the railing of the porch. “You’re to report to the school specified on the USB drive a week from now," She said turning away and beginning to walk toward the Taurus. "And for the last time, it’s Agent Hartman to you."
).Prologue
Vic's eyes inched open as the morning sun streamed through his bedroom window. He sighed aloud as he stared up at his ceiling. He had had that same dream again. It had been reoccurring on-and-off ever since the year had started. "I need a smoke," Vic groaned as he slowly peeled back the covers and slid his feet onto the floor. In-truth, the dream was more of a headache to him than a thought provoker, but Vic knew there was some kind of message within it, something he always seemed to miss, always just out of reach.
After letting his eyes adjust, Vic reached over to the night-stand that stood next to his bed and opened the top drawer. Reaching-in, he pulled out a small red and white box with an eagle inscribed on the front. Vic flicked the top open and grimaced as he peered inside. "Damn," He mumbled, taking the Maverick out of its box. "Only one left." Vic dropped the now-empty cigarette box on-top of the nightstand and placed the end of the small paper cylinder in his mouth. However, before he could get a chance to light it, there was a knock at the cabin door.
Vic paused for a moment and sighed. "Really?" He asked rhetorically. As if to answer his question, there was another set of knocks on the door. Without another word, Vic rose off of the box-spring mattress and walked over to the small, three-drawer dresser on the other side of the bedroom, placing the cigarette on-top. Opening the bottom two drawers, he retrieved a v-neck and a pair of jeans, promptly putting both on. He then opened the top drawer, reached toward the back of the compartment, and pulled out a strange necklace.
The cord was long-enough to easily slip over a normal person's head without being undone and seemed to be made of a tiny, black rope. However, the most amazing part of it was the stone that the cord was fastened to. The deep-blue gem was about the size and shape of a rounded arrowhead. It was very smooth and, if one looked into it, it seemed to have a small light emitting from its center.
Vic merely stared at the gem for a moment, a nostalgic smile spread across his face. However, he was pulled from his memories when the knocks resounded through the cabin once more. Vic turned his head toward the doorway. "Yeah, I heard you! I'm coming!" He yelled, slipping the necklace over his head, tucking the stone through his collar and placing the Maverick in his pocket. He then exited the bedroom and entered the main room of the small cabin, approaching the front door. Flicking the lock off, Vic pulled the door open and grinned. "Ashley," He said in mock reminiscence. "What a nice surprise to see you in my neck of the woods."
The woman at the door was in a government-issue suit with matching aviator sunglasses. She had jet-black hair that was tied back in a short ponytail. Her dark eyebrows slowly raised and lowered, suggesting a rolling of the eyes. "How many times must we go through this Mr. Blare?" She said in an annoyed tone. "It's Agent Hartman to you."
“Yeah, yeah,” Vic chuckled, noticing the man in a similar suit standing beside the black Ford Taurus in the gravel driveway. “How long have you and Agent Smith over there been dating?”
Hartman merely stared at him. “I didn’t come here for small-talk,” She sighed, reaching into her pocket and pulling out an un-marked USB drive. “I came here to give you your next assignment.”
"I gathered as much," Vic said, accepting the small storage-device. “When can I expect the U-Haul truck to be here?”
“Relax,” Hartman said. “The subjects are nearby. Just about an hour drive from this little shack of yours.”
Vic let out a deep breath. “Well that’s a relief,” He said, pulling the cigarette from his pocket and sticking it in his mouth. “How many are we talking this time? Five, ten?”
“Two,” Hartman answered. “If the medical records are correct.”
Vic gave a long exhale, flexing a muscle at the base of his throat. “My luck’s just getting better and better, isn’t it?” He said, pulling the now-smoking Maverick out of his mouth. "So, can I get the details of my two protégés or are you going to make me wait until I read it?"
Hartman waved her hand in-front of her face as the smoke wafted across the porch. "A canine and a generator," She said sarcastically, dropping her business-only attitude. "Now will put that damn thing out!"
“Sorry Ash,” Vic said with a smirk. “I guess it’s just in my nature.”
Hartman cocked her head to the side and smirked menacingly. “Really?” She asked, sarcastically, her hand slowly rising toward her shades. “In that case, I’ll just take my sunglasses off…”
Vic’s eyes suddenly widened as his right hand shot-up to shield them. “Geez Ashley!” He yelled. “A little smoke is nothing to kill me over!”
"What?" Hartman said innocently. "You get to smoke. Why shouldn't I be able to look at you with my own two eyes?"
"I think the circumstances are a bit different!" Vic snapped, desperately trying to keep his eyes covered.
Hartman then grabbed the cigarette from between Vic’s fingers and smothered it on the railing of the porch. “You’re to report to the school specified on the USB drive a week from now," She said turning away and beginning to walk toward the Taurus. "And for the last time, it’s Agent Hartman to you."
Sigh, I'll explain it again...