No chapter today, instead have a short story.

No chapter today, I got delayed and will have that done tomorrow. Sorry for the inconvenience, especially since we are only two or three chapters from completion. Instead, for those interested, a short story I recently submitted to a shot story contest at my library.

Sparkling in the breeze of a busy city morning, the birds singing their wake up calls, two strange men carrying two identical briefcases approached a park bench. They were polar opposites one large and muscular, with a flabby face, bruised from fighting. The other a more meek man, thin and weedy, with defined features that spoke of intelligence and pomp from a million miles away. Looking at the dazzling dawn they sat, bringing two tuna sandwiches from their briefcases before settling to silence.

After some time the larger one spoke up “Storms coming,” his small companion shuffled nervously in his seat, finally settling in a straight up position “It was always going to happen,” He paused taking a breath “No matter what we try they keep coming, no matter what we barter, promise or attack they keep coming again and again,” The silence came back from it’s recess, covering the dawn in a unnatural stillness.

“Maybe this time it’ll be different; maybe we’ll kill them all before it’s too late,” the strong man said turning to his friend with a look of hope. The weak man sighed and turning away whispered “It’ll be too late, it’s always too late to do anything about the Skaven. They climb out of their gutters, cursing us with their dissent, saying that WE are too arrogant and don’t think about the lesser races. I mean heck we didn’t even know their was any other life out there capable of understanding,” the weak man finished his small rant.

Putting his hands on the back of his head, the frail man leaned back “But we will give them hell for every right they think they have, until we have the evidence to get them eradicated, maybe it’ll be different maybe we’ll get them off this god forsaken planet, what then,”

The large man looked away after a moment seemingly in deep thought.

“Come on, time to get back to work this city won’t fend for itself,” the small man said finishing his sandwich and getting up, walking towards a large,desolate building marked with the seal of the Coum. The large man soon mirrored his actions, catching up quickly due to his superior height.

Unknown to the two government workers, their meeting had been looked over by a strange clump of fur clambered on the steps; this clump of fur soon began to move, slowly at first but then picking up speed as it headed to the sewer grate.