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For this post I decided to share a bit of flash fiction I wrote recently. The inspiration came from one of the characters in the full length novel Magnetic that I'm currently writing. The little story popped out of me writing some back story. Enjoy.

Smooth and steady, the trigger flows. Not yet!

Not until it's perfect, only when it's perfect.

Perfection. It takes so much for perfection. Discipline, timing, planning, patience. All of these need to be in complete harmony for perfection to happen, especially patience. How I hate patience. Not hate hate, more like love to hate but I wish we never met. Sadly patience is what makes the best, The Best. As my mentor said 'If you not aiming to be the best, you're just waiting to die'. Alexandra never learned that lesson. She could have been the best but her timing was poor. Always relying more on luck than skill and precision. Only a heartbeat off when her luck ran out. I liked Alexandra.

"Mmma Ddaaaa-"


The butt end of a Sofia demands quiet, "Don't worry about daddy."

They can never seem to keep their mouth shut. Not even Chase. He opened his mouth once and some conniving whore stopped his heart. Chase lacked discipline but I'll miss him. He knew death was coming and lived well. Not like this rich POS. Probably wondering if daddy would be happier to have his son back or to end the drain on his bank account.

"Whaat ever yoou wann-"

One touch from Sofia has a profound effect on the tongue. Not yet.

I can feel how much Sofia craves silence, but that's not part of the plan. No plan is perfect but you always need to try. Waylon thought he had the perfect plan. He thought he predicted every possible mishap or chance encounter. I'll admit he came close to perfection in an imperfect world. The other Prisms say Waylon was stupid to take a rusty old knife in the heart.

Fools. The greatest Prism in the system wasn't killed because some junkie in a back alley, got the best of him. Impatience snuck up on him and shoved him down that alley without checking the shadows first. Impatience took his reflexes and made him attack a scared gasser before his eyes adjusted to the darkness, not stupidity.

"Pppplease Da Don't-"


Sofia's hammer speaks silence, "Last reminder, distract me and I kill you."

Sweet Solaris, Sofia. You made the poor kid piss himself, and we aren't even here for him. Just needed to access the Personal Comm in his wrist. Personal Comms only had a range of about a foot which was great for linking two minds in close proximity. Not so great for linking with a mind