Oh my goodness! It’s almost here I can hardly wait for the arrival of Non-Compliance: The Transition. It’s almost like waiting for your baby to be born except this time there’s a lot less heart burn involved. To get you guys ready for the bouncing baby book Kristell Ink has let me release ALL of Chapter 1. Woot! So read forth my little smurfs and know that in less than two weeks you can have a copy of Non-Compliance: The Transition in your grimy little paws.
Chapter 1: A Fine Mess
I can barely see the road ahead of me and a chill runs down my spine. The cool air isn’t what is giving me chills; it’s the cargo in the trunk.
“You okay, Kelly?”
“I’m fine. I just want to get this over with.”
“You know, you didn’t have to come. Conner, Lindsey and I could’ve taken care of this.”
“What? And let you guys drive my car? I don’t think so.”
Conner’s head peeks up from the backseat. “I’m hurt. Don’t you think we’re capable of driving your old car?”
“She isn’t old. Call her that again and I’ll break your arms.”
Quinn stifles a laugh and the car turns quiet again. We wind through the cramped streets in the town. It’s rainy and the warm summer months are starting to give way to a crisp fall. There are very few people out on the streets tonight.
Good. The fewer potential witnesses, the better.
Our destination is in sight. I park the car as close as possible to the river, and we all get out. Although I’m wearing a rain jacket, the cold rain slices through me. The only light is from the Compliant Sector across the river and the few active displays spewing forth propaganda; the lights on our side have been out for hours due to the energy sanctions. We make our way to the trunk.
Quinn holds a gun out for me. “Here you go, stand watch. If anyone and I mean ANYONE sees us, you shoot them. Got it?”
My heart races. I’m starting to regret my decision to accompany Quinn and Conner on this mission. I give Quinn a blank stare.
Conner answers for me: “I got it, Chief. She can wait in the car.”
“No, it was her decision to come. She knew what she was getting into. You need to help me with the cargo in the trunk. We need a lookout.”
I grab the gun from Quinn’s hands. “I’m fine. I got it.”