So I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say that no one at all is probably going to see this, but I’m posting it here anyway! Somebody has to; this place is desolate.

On the off chance that anyone sees this, tell me what you think. This is really short, just a teaser chapter, but if anyone sees it and wants more, then let me know and I’ll keep going.

Prelude

“Lock pick?”

“Check.”

“Override card?”

“Check.”

“Weapons stash?”

“Check.”

“And how about the-”

A deep, heavy voice, tinged with irritation interrupts. “The building blueprints are in my bag as well, sir. I appreciate the help, but I do believe I have everything.”

“Really? Everything, you say?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Well then,” snapped his superior, turning around and pointing at his employee behind him, “I suppose you have your monkey, too?”

The other man froze, blinking, then finally collected himself and said, rather dumbly, “What?”

“Your monkey,” repeated the first. “Where is he? The car, I suppose?”

The lower-ranking man stilled for a second, not answering. Then the words seemed to sink in and he frowned deeply, turning around and heading back for the door with a low growl. “Mulch!”

As the other man disappeared back inside the apartment building that was their headquarters, the first one leaned against the wall by the door and smirked. “It’s great to always be right,” he said to the empty air, then headed for the car waiting down the road, smirk firmly intact.

So that’s short, but there. Anyone see this? Want more? Let me know. And, as a side note, again if anyone sees this, let’s try and get the word out here about FG again. This place is freaking desolate and it’s depressing. 😛