Short Stories of a Frustrated Author

I read somewhere, or heard it said, that if you are going to write series fiction, know what your last book will be, before you start your first one.  I am not that far advanced yet LOL... but i do try to always know what my next 1 - 3 will be, while writing on the current one.  My idea for Ghost Warrior 4 was definitely over half formed, and chapter 1 and 2 nearly fully developed in my head, before i started Ghost Warrior III.  So here is chapter 1 for Ghost Warrior 4.  For those who have been following my character, Tucker Nash, I appreciate your time and that you read about him.  This may be one of the better ones! Chapter 1 October 2009 The warehouse sat three miles off Route 60, down a cracked two-lane that narrowed by degrees until the road stopped pretending it belonged to anyone. Pines leaned in on both sides, their needles slick with night moisture, their trunks black where the darkness pooled. At 0130 hours in October, the world out here was reduced...

  Chapter 5 I didn’t sleep.   Sleep is for men who believe tomorrow will look like today. By dawn the city was gray and honest in the way only a cold morning can be. I made coffee strong enough to strip paint and sat at my desk with the accident report spread out like a body on a slab. Daniel Mercer.   Private First Class. Vehicle left roadway. Impact with tree. No other vehicle involved. Signed: Gunnery Sergeant Michael McKenna. The words were neat. Official. Clean.   Too clean. I reached into the bottom drawer and pulled out the leather notebook I’d sworn I wouldn’t touch again. The cover was worn where my thumb had rested a hundred times in North Carolina heat. I flipped through pages filled with dates, coordinates, witness notes written in the clipped language of a man who’d been trained to keep emotion out of ink.   Mercer. I found the entry. Scene arrived 2315 hours. Heavy rain. Vehicle eastbound. Skid marks inconsistent with rep...