Prologue

I thought I would post the prologue from the novel I writing. Its almost done.


Prologue

As the sun relinquished itself behind the chocolate mountains the radio squawked as the dispatcher called out the sensor activations…11 November 4 hits, 13 mike, 7 hits…13 south 2, hits…5 November… 12 hits. …They were coming. The agent turned his binoculars southeast and scrutinized the terrain. Mesquite and sand blended in with the salt cedar. An unexpected cold wind blew from the south and chilled his insides to the bone. Yes they were coming. As was new life into his and none of this mattered anymore; let them come. The Agent put his binos on the passenger seat and exhaled. From his position on the north side of the border he could see the lights of Mexico and they shone like spirit stars each one resplendent unto itself.