A Trip

Every year our youth group goes on a missions trip. This year they're going to Shepards. Basically, it is a home for the mentally disabled. Well, as it turned out, all the freshmen were not allowed to go. (Shepard's rules). I was kind of down about. I have always wanted to go on a missions trip. But it didn't work out. Then, out of the blue, my mom's friend called. She said that her son (who is my friend) is going to New York with Open Air Campaigners. They go onto the street and share the gospel through painting. It was a huge HUGE blessing to be asked to go! I can't wait! I will leave the beginning of the last week of July. Please PLEASE pray that it would go well.

Tenth Chapter

A little update from my novel. I am finishing up the tenth chapter. Ten out of around sixty. (I know sounds excessive). Hopefully, soon, I'll be able to hit it hard! WHAM!!! But, as of now, I am crazy busy. Thought I'd leave you with a little teaser from what I have so far. So here is the prologue that goes before that first chapter. I ended up writing it later. Hope you enjoy it!

 Prologue
Jake sat in the comfortable leather seat. He gripped the wheel hard. Jake watched the woman in the small coffee shop. She nursed a warm looking drink. She wore a red blouse, grey skirt just above the knee, and black high heels.
She seemed to keep looking around for someone.
The window Jake stared through read: Come in Thirsty, Leave Satisfied.
He wasn’t there for coffee. The woman picked up a lime green phone from her black purse. She dialed ten quick digits and then held the phone to her ear.
Jake’s phone rang startling him.
It rang again.
A second time.
He picked it up off the dash and answered it.
“Hello?”
“Are you going to sit there and watch me or come in?” It was her.
Jake clicked the end button. He lifted his eyes from the steering wheel back to the window. She was staring at him through the window.
Jake whipped his shades off and exited the car. Cars whizzed by on the packed street.
Jake stepped around his car and walked to the black door. He shoved it open. A bell sounded above him. The smell of coffee hit him immediately leaving him standing in the doorway.
“Take a seat,” the woman said snapping Jake from his trance.
Jake walked over to her and did as she wished. Another coffee cup sat in front of him.
“I wasn’t sure what you liked so I got you a mocha.”
He took a sip to be polite. The rich, sweet, thick brew cascaded down his throat leaving with him a lovable after taste.
“It’s good,” he lamely stated.
“I’ll get right to the point. I need to know everything.
“Everything?”
“Everything.”
“Okay, here’s my first question. Why? If I told anyone of those events I would have to kill that person. Do you want to die?”
“I’m with the FBI.” She threw a badge onto the table. “I need to know.”
There was a pause.
“So… everything?”
“Everything.
“Do you know about the rogue agent?”
“No.”
“The FBI’s investigation?”
“Negative.”
“The terrorists attack?”
“Nope.”
“Well, then I guess I’ll have to start at the beginning. The very beginning.”

Happy Fathers Day!!!

Happy Fathers Day to all you loving dads out there. I guess I want to wish the unloving dads a happy day too. So Happy Fathers Day to all you unloving dads, too!!! Make sure you thank your dad for the impact that he has had on your life today.

Lord of the Rings Lego Style

This is so cool! I used to love legos and I still love Lord of the Rings! Now combine them and you... hmmm... awesomeness? Wickedly steedness? Amazingly cool? Probably all of the above. Check out the link below:

http://images.search.yahoo.com/search/images?_adv_prop=image&fr=yhs-w3i-geneiotransfer&sz=all&va=lego+lord+rings

I couldn't get the pictures to work.

Not Looking good for WTB Fans:(

It looks like the third Berinfell book (the Tide of Unmaking) will not be released until later summer! Possibly the end of summer!!! Although Wayne Thomas Batson said that it will make the word EPIC run to its mommy in tears! Ha ha! Shoot if it does that, I'll wait another year for it! Still can't wait for it to come out!

Anyone Else SUPER Excited?!

I cannot wait for the Hobbit to come to theaters. They are releasing it on December 13 (into theaters of course) and in two parts! You can see more photos. (They'll be a lot less fuzzy) Here's the link: http://www.thehobbitblog.com/?cat=6

The First Chapter

This may seem early but this is the first chapter. I am not sure what I'll call this novel. Reminder this is unedited and will certainly have parts of it rewritten. Enjoy!


Chapter 1
Sudan. Friday, May 12, 4:32 A.M.
The blades of the helicopter conveyed a whoosh noise with each pass. Jake stared at Commander Blake with his sky-blue eyes.
“We are nearing our destination,” the commander said. “Our mission is to rescue scientist Albert Welsh.” The commander pulled up a picture of the scientist on the large computer screen. He looked to be around fifty. The white frizzled hair, droopy eyelids, and small spectacle glasses said it all. This guy was defiantly a scientist.
“He was kidnapped by a group of terrorists. We haven’t had any communication with Mr. Welsh or the terrorists. Also.” The commander pulled up a second picture. This one of a younger man. “I am sure you recognize this picture. This is Agent Andrew Terry. We sent him in to do a brief scout. His cover was a delivery man. Either his cover was blown and his real identity figured out, or he has turned rogue. If you see him communicate with the terrorists at any point, shoot on target. So get in, get Mr. Welsh and get out. Do not engage unless fires upon. Any questions?”
It was all straight forward for Jake. Another rescue mission, he was getting used to them. They had completed five as a group, but Jake had done some before joining the SATG.
“Then,” Commander Blake continued, “prepare for drop off.”
Jake looked over his six foot frame. His black outfit contained several different gadgets and gizmos. All of which were necessary. He pulled a black helmet over his head. Each helmet acted as a walkie-talkie with its talk button stuck. Anything anyone in the group said would be heard.
He strapped on his parachute.
Each of his comrades did the same. Jake looked at each. Agents Richard, Philip, and Harry. They were a group of five with Agent Terry.
He couldn’t believe that Agent Terry would go rogue on them. He must have been captured. If he had been Jake vowed that he would find and rescue him.
“You have three hours.” The commander reminded. “I will watch from up here. If I don’t get the signal by then I’ll expect the worse.” Commander Blake’s strong face shifted to a softer expression. “Be careful,” he said.
The helicopter door opened and Jake leapt out.
[***]
Jake felt his stomach shove up against his throat. It was unpleasant, but he was used to it. He watched the ground coming up fast. Jake pulled on the parachute cord.
The white fabric billowed out and into the air, though, it didn’t look white through his grainy green night-vision goggles.
His descent slowed. He could barely see the sandy terrain. Jake pulled his Springfield Professional Custom Pistol from his holster. He was ready for anything.
His feet hit the ground and Jake immediately rolled so the impact wasn’t so jarring.
He stood. Jake pointed the custom pistol around. The area was secure.
Agent Harry landed, then Agent Philip, and last Agent Richard.
Jake set his pistol lightly back into it’s case on his hip. He pulled a M4 Carbine from his back.
“Harry, how far are we from the terrorist compound?” Jake asked.
“I would estimate about three miles east from there.” Harry was the SATG’s technology guy.
SATG was the abbreviation for Secret Anti Terrorist Group. They had been established by the President of the United States himself, to, in his words “Fight against the evil ploys of terrorism.”
“Let’s move out,” Agent Philip said his voice echoing in Jake‘s helmet. “Once we get within a mile we will slow to a jog.” Philip was the SATG’s leader. Jake, Agent Terry, and Agent Richard were the guys with the guns. They were the most advanced of all in their hand to hand combat.
Jake was the youngest member of the SATG. It was an honor to be asked to join at such a young age. Jake was twenty-six. Only the most advanced in martial arts were asked. Hence why there were only five members.
The SATG was only known by a select few people. If the terrorist expected someone to rescue Welsh they might think that it would be a full scale operation. But a group of four agents would go unnoticed.
Jake didn’t breathe hard. Not even with the extra pounds of gear he carried. He had been trained for this.
“Okay,” Agent Philip‘s voice rang in Jake‘s ears. “See those trees? Just beyond them is the compound. According to research there’s a high metal fence. We’ll cut through that then enter the compound through a back entrance. Soon as we enter, I’ll secure the room. Then I’ll lead to the prison cells. Watch your footing and don’t trip over anything.”
Agent Philip gave a hand gesture signaling them to move out.
[***]
The group silently entered the surrounding trees. Jake watched his every step. Just a single snap of a twig could signal the guards.
Not long after, the trees thinned and the compound could be seen. It looked like a normal abandoned factory, except for the watch towers, guards, and the tall metal fence. There were several buildings all seeming to be attached to one another. Every building was one story except for the very middle. The biggest building of them all rose up to three stories tall.
Jake removed a pair of wire cutters. He and Agent Richard set to work. They snapped, snipped, and sliced the thick metal wire.
A looming hole soon stood before them. Agent Philip entered first. He was the only one who knew where the back entrance was. Agent Harry followed, then Agent Richard, and last Jake came through. He pulled the wire circle he had cut out back in place. It looked again like a whole.
Jake clutched his M4 Carbine like a newborn babe. It was no babe, though. The carbine was upgraded to the max. Night vision scope, silencer, and an extended stock. It was every agent’s dream.
The group had stopped, knowing that the guards were on duty. There were two towers close enough to where the terrorist would be able to spot them. The first was all metal and had a longer walking distance to go back and forth. The second was built completely from wood and looked newly constructed.
“Once both guards are turning away from us, we run.” Agent Philip’s voice sang inside Jake’s helmet.
He waited tense. Jake constantly turned his head from left to right, watching each guard closely. The one on the wooden watch tower was faster. He was almost on same pace as the other guard. He came back looked around then turned. Walk. Turn. Walk. Turn. The cycle continued.
“Now,” Agent Philip said.
Jake half ran half walked, trying to stay as silent as possible. The first building, of many, they came to had a metal door on its backside. It looked like any other door, but getting it open could separate success from utter failure.
A small mechanism was attached to the wall beside the door. It appeared to be just a simple breaker box. Opening it proved an entirely different scenario. A high-tech touch screen was concealed behind the lid, asking for a password.
Agent Harry held a small, wireless, device very close to it. Jake noticed a small keyboard had also popped out from the box. The wireless device Harry held searched for any possible password.
Jake looked back at the guards. At any moment, they could spot the group trying to break in.
That was their problem. Trying.
“Hurry up,” he heard Agent Harry mutter.
“It doesn’t usually take this long,” Agent Richard expressed.
The guard on the metal watch tower stopped his normal round. He was staring right at them. Jake watched the man pull a walkie-talkie from his belt. He held it up to his lips.
“Ah, guys? I think we’ve been spotted.”