One minute until trial...
Time for more Weekend Writing Warriors snippets. We post 8-10 sentences from one of our works every weekend.
I’m giving you snippets from the upcoming novel: Fire & Blood, a Contemporary Sci-Fi Thriller. Again, I’ve skipped a few paragraphs in the manuscript. Next week, you’ll get to meet the protagonist of this particular tale. (Vartan is the first cadet to reach the final round of injections.)
When the medic began to assemble the vials and opened the bags with the syringes, though, Vartan jerked as though startled. His eyes looked to his left and his breathing increased. Nobody enjoyed going to medical and all of the cadets hated the injection process. Each shot brought them closer to their goal. Since they only took Uncle Sam’s finest, each one of the men and women who had become a MYTHOS cadet, understood that. They may have hated the process, they may have died going through it, but they never ran off.
Not that there was anywhere for them to run to.
Abel crossed the first and middle fingers of his right hand, hoping that this was exactly what they needed: a cadet who would survive the sheer amount of chemicals in his system.
“One minute until trial,” Abbot said and began to count backward. “Fifty-nine, fifty-eight…”