Here is a brief excerpt from a novel I am writing as part of my 'no plot, no problem' novel writing kit. It's just a tidbit, but it gives you an idea. Enjoy:
And here I am now, with a pistol to this man's head. A man with whom I had once served with in combat. He didn't know me, per se. Perhaps in passing. But just knowing that he might recognize me—might recognize me for the double-crossing snake I am—sickens me. I am so ashamed of myself.
And yet, am I? Look at what I have become. At first, it was just some passing of confidential battle rosters. But soon I was planting bugs on my superiors; leaking mission departure times and mission locations; and now, using my combat skills on t he ground, in a war against my own people. Disgusting is the only word I can come up with, and yet, expedient and a shrug of the shoulders come to mind as well: we all gotta do what we gotta do. The only problem is that I have been doing this now for so long that I have forgotten that it is wrong. It is now my life. It is now who I am. And I fear that I could never go back. What would my daughter think if she knew the truth?
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