“These terrorist sects are getting bolder.” Champion was barely listening to the Commander. He had been the source of most of the data for this speech. This small room collection of players – a select investigative team where he was the newest member. Only a year ago he’d been promoted to Major in the Agent chapter – a goal he’d been pursuing since his second year of training school, when he’d first learned his sister was seduced by the rebel terrorist group that called thems

The room was empty – Dala’s favorite part of the day. Often, she liked to steep in the space, listening to the sounds of life in other places. Car tires whooshing past on the road, the clammer of a train on the tracks and sometimes a whistle. People talking indiscernibly as they walked past the building on the way to wherever, birds and dogs and squirrels asserting themselves in their own spheres of influence. Today she had to keep moving. She took just a few brief moments of

Cole watched Dala as she wrote. Once again, she was dragging the meeting later than it already was. She stopped for a moment and flexed her fingers, and the y-shaped scar on the back of her hand caught the light. Not for the first time, he wondered how she might have gotten that scar. Lots of things about Dala irritated him, but this unknown in particular – the origin of that scar – always felt ominous. Cole didn’t like loose ends. People like her didn’t keep scars, people wi

You can read sections of this exploratory fiction here following three characters as they navigate in the world and through each other's lives. As I develop more, I'll add them here in the order that I believe they belong. Feel free to leave questions or comments. I hope you enjoy! PART I The Contesters are a group involved in a semi-covert effort to dismantle the current government which they believe is corrupt and oppressive to the general public. The group is considered a