TargetSweat dripped from the brow of the old scientist. He stood, pale faced, in front of the blank teleprompter. Reporters swarmed around the wooden podium, eager to tear him apart with scissor-like-questioning.Only yesterday, his colleagues had finished their secretive research. Unlike his fellow members of the science community, he was the whistle blower. Now, the nation watched him on television.Opening his mouth, the scientist prepared to speak.My friends- he quivered.A bang caused an eruption of panic. Color faded from the room as the scientist realized that he had been shot. The Mail-men had gotten him first.
A New HopeAerie sat with his back to the hard black stone of his cell. A beam light streamed through a barred window above.Pain struck his heart like an iron fist to his chest. The strike left him breathless, heartbroken. Aeries life seemed like a Shakespeare play, hard to understand and the purpose hidden. Such grand design was hard for his natural eyes to see.A sharp cry caught his ear. Above, Aerie saw a familiar falcon perched upon the window sill. A new hope crossed Aerie's spirit as his fathers bird flew down and dropped a key in his lap.