I’ve been hard at work with a mountain of projects, and so I fell behind in my goals to get the sequel Oasis all planned out. It looks like I’m getting things rolling again now, so I thought I’d share with you a piece of the first chapter. Either next friday or in two weeks the choas will really begin again for Corbin St. Laurent.
So without further adieu, here’s a tiny preview of…
The Journey Of St. Laurent
Chapter 1: Down by the Bay
“Man fights with his mind. His hands and his weapons are simply extensions of his will, and one of the fallacies of our era is the notion that equipment is the equivalent of force.”
I ran to the crumpled vehicle and threw open the door.
A trickle of oily black smoke puffed out. The car’s interior was cramped and now crumpled from the front. It was hard to see where anything had landed in the crash. The increasing smoke didn’t help. Just a few tongues of flame licked up from under the dashboard. The driver hadn’t worn a seat belt and his head had somehow taken a chunk from the custom steering wheel. His broken body shifted and half fell from the car.
My first impulse was to take a kick at his bloodied head. I gritted my teeth , fought back the urge, and checked his pulse.
Nothing. He was already gone.
A tiny part of me wished he had suffered rather than die instantly in a wreck. After all, it would only seem right after everything he’d done.
I grabbed for his seat latch and pushed his seat toward the front.
His lifeless body blocked things just enough so I couldn’t see if what I wanted was on the back floor.
I hooked my hands under his armpits and pulled.
He was definitely heavy for such a skinny guy.
The flames inside grew.
I twisted and braced a foot against the car.
His body tumbled out all at once into a heap next to the burning car.
It was a little unceremonious, but it didn’t matter. He was dead, and I only had a few seconds. After that the flames would engulf the whole interior and then our only chance would be lost forever.
I stepped on or over his body, I can’t remember which, and pushed again on the latch and seat. This time it all slid forward. I jammed my head in the opening.
The thickening smoke burned my lungs and the rising heat clawed at the skin on my face.
My heart skipped a beat. Through the mess, I saw it.