The Appetizer:

Okay, now don't get your hopes up, this project is curruntly just a brain-child of mine. Unlike Deluge, I have no idea where I'm going with this (well, maybe a little). So here, my friends, is the intro to a book possibly named 'Paradise Lost', or 'Democracy's Demise' or even, 'A House Divided'.
So enjoy, and please comment!

It is a day like any other. At least, to the untrained eye. Better that way. The normal buzz of traffic, the blur of flashing lights, and the flash of the sun glinting off of the chrome vehicles of the countless commuters are all the same. The water laden air is the same. The massive office complexes still loom over the bustling roads. But the world will never be the same. There is only one more hurtle to jump, one last obstacle to overcome. Now, where is that-
As if on cue, the young secretary nervously slipped through the door, addressing the tall figure gazing out at the city skyline. “Ehem, er, Mister Emerson, sir?”
Without even turning, Emerson replied, “I presume you have a letter for me? I’ve been expecting one.”
Unnerved further by Emerson’s soft, rich voice, the messenger stuttered, “Uhm, y-yes sir, h-here’s the holograph, sir…”
Slipping a hand from his deep suit-coat pocket, Emerson accepted the small orb from the secretary, never removing his gaze from the wall-to-wall window. A beam of light projected from the non-descript sphere, forming a series of words on the glass.
As Emerson read the notice, the secretary behind him nervously edged toward the door. The tall man had always frightened him. Suddenly, the suit-clad figure whirled on him, a Chesterton-7 laser pistol in his hands, his crow-like features darkened with sudden purpose. A muted ring of laserfire, and the youth was a mere heap on the dark carpet.
“My apologies, young sir. But you’ve witnessed one to many things. I can’t have this little secret getting out too early, now can I? But take heart, you die for a greater good.”
Pocketing the weapon, he stepped over the body, closing the Vaultech doors behind him. President Corin would be expecting him.



Does this Emerson guy creap you out too? Hopefully