Excerpts from Slave Trader, the Upcoming Prequel
Written by Michael Rohde Tuesday, 05 June 2012 08:07
Those of you who read GoozerNation on a regular basis know that a couple of weeks ago I published my first novel, Agent James McDougal in the Chilean Jungle (Blue Scorpion)
Chilean Jungle introduces you to Agent James McDougal of the Assassins Intelligence Agency (AIA) and how he comes to meet and work with the Blue Scorpion, a beautiful and sexy vigilante who plays by her own rules. In the upcoming prequel, which I'm about half way done writing, you learn the reasons why the Blue Scorpion stole a kill from an AIA agent.
I've posted here two excerpts from the prequel, entitled Slave Trader. I'd love to hear your feedback on the style of the writing. If you read the first book, please feel free to compare any differences.
From Part Eight
While I drove back home I contemplated the situation. Darcy was most likely now in Malta and I had stumbled onto some kind of sex-slave trading operation. Through the day I had driven past close to a dozen sex shops posing as massage parlors. I wanted them all to burn in hell. But why was I suddenly deciding this now? Why was I feeling the need to stop these criminals, these so-called men that preyed upon innocent, human flesh? I knew these places existed beforehand yet I never paid them any attention. Why now do I feel it's my personal mission to shut them all down? And if I did shut down these places of ill repute I couldn't shut them all down. Evil is pervasive throughout the world. Evil is at every turn. Evil is at every corner. There's something bad going down wherever you look. You can't stop it all. I can't stop it all. But there's no reason that I can't stop what I can control. To stop what is within reach and to spread justice where I can. To stamp out the continuing spread of evil that has enveloped the world. It all starts with us. Within us we have the power. We have to decide within our own selves if we want to be part of the solution or part of the problem.
And I grow so tired of the clichés and the mindless rhetoric. We are who we are and you are who you are and I and I choose to live the one life that we lead in this existence. The face in the mirror stares back at us. We can be devils, angels, heroes or fiends. That choice is within us all. These men decided to vote against humanity. I chose to side with the good guys and I will do what I can, when I can and how I can. I will stop evil where it lurks. They cannot hide. I will find them. I will put a stop to the darkness and shed light upon the sorrow of humankind. I will make a difference as I made that vow a long time ago. This is my mission. Marquis and his slave trading gang of thugs will perish at my hand; if only to bring a small amount of difference to this world.
With those thoughts in my head I programmed my GPS to direct me to the nearest gas station. Once there, I bought eleven of those large, red, plastic containers for storing gas. I filled each one to the brim. I knew what had to be done. I had to send a message. And this message was going to light up the sky. I went back to each and every location I had been to earlier that day. I soaked each of the front doors with gasoline and then poured a trail of gas to a safe distance.
From Part Nine
To serve sentence like that is the life of a vigilante, the ones who take the law into their own hands, the ones who play by the rules that they set when they see fit to do so, always in favor, always in kind, the vigilante travels the world in the name of all that is good. May the justice be swift and daunting; may the blades strike rich and deep into the vein of black blood that taints the very soul of the earth and those who dwell upon her. That is the life of a vigilante. That is the life of the Blue Scorpion.
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