I woke up last night after about four hours of sleep and I had an idea rattling around in my head. It's been a while since I had an idea for a story keep me from sleeping. Here's a very rough draft of the first page.
War Of Shadows
The
message instructed the newly formed team to converge at a new location, a place
unfamiliar to each member. Considering the fact that each entity in the group
existed before the earth was formed, the odds of finding a place unvisited by
five agents were astronomical. The group could, quite literally, meet anywhere
on the planet. Without physical forms, nothing prevented the telestial aliens from
traveling anywhere at any time. For a meeting like this to be announced,
everyone knew this meant something big.
Some
of the agents worked together on past assignments. Others were known only by
their well-earned reputations. The five, Micky, Slash, Jewels, Fox, and Tiny
(not their real names, of course, but nicknames) represented the upper crust of
field agents working today. Anyone speaking their names did so with respect to
the abilities and talents of each one.
Slash
arrived first. Looking around, few things escaped the notice of the seasoned
professional. Slash prided himself on his punctuality even though others
respected his unyielding ruthlessness. Had he the ability to physically kill
humans there would be no end to the carnage left in his wake, but since he
possessed no tangible body, he did everything in his power to make life of
every person he came into contact with as miserable as possible. Slash defined
the word bad.
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