Sneak Peek! Harvester Vol 2

Hello everybody! I am hard at work writing the next issue of Harvesters. Just to refresh everyone's memory (because I know it's been awhile), Harvesters is about a society that employs devastating killers known as Harvesters to weed out the scum of society (which are determined by a state of the art algorithmic software program designed by a tech company called Griffon). Lincoln Holmes wakes up in a park with no memory of what happened the day before. When he gets home, he finds himself face to face with a strange woman claiming to be his wife but is definitely not. He now has to figure out what is going on and try to find his wife. And maybe get some payback on the people that took her.

Without further ado, here is the sneak peek. Keep checking back. There's more to come.

The curtain behind Lincoln’s eyes suddenly lifted and he was...himself...again. He found he was breathing steadily but there was a sensation of exhaustion to his body nonetheless. Then he looked around and he felt his face fall into a look of abject horror. He could feel his eyes widen and his mouth hang open slightly.

I blinked, repeatedly. I was glad my sight was back but what I saw looked like something out of a dream or, more accurately, a freaking nightmare. There were cops everywhere. They were all over the ground and my first instinct was to go to the nearest one and see if they were all right. Like a complete idiot, I even took a step in the direction of the closet unconscious cop but then some semblance of common sense reasserted itself and forced me to stop in my tracks. My brain just hiccupped for a second and I stood mid-step for a minute, just frozen like that as uncertainty and horror swept through me. Not for the first time that day I was asking myself many, many questions.

What just happened?

Why are all the cops just lying down?

Are they okay?

Who the hell did this to them?

And...perhaps most important of all...WHAT THE HELL WAS HAPPENING!?

That last one was screamed inside my head and felt like a bomb going off. It made me want to just sink to the ground and sit there as the cops slowly roused themselves. I was truly terrified of not only what was going on but what I was and what I was capable of. If I could do that to all of those very well trained cops, then maybe I should just let them take me away. I was dangerous and dangerous people needed to be locked up.

There was only one thing that kept me from completely giving up.

Hope.

The real Hope.

I wasn’t sure what was going on but there was one thing I did know. My wife was missing and I had to find her. She could be in trouble or someone might’ve kidnapped her. She could be hurt somewhere. Yesterday, I would’ve let the police handle the situation. However, they apparently weren’t on my side and I, also apparently, was a super dangerous, nearly unequalled fighting machine. I had a lot of questions and at first, my brain didn’t want to admit the truth to me, but now that I knew Hope was in danger, my brain was okay with it.

I was a Harvester. I was a motherfucking, secret, government sanctioned killer. Of course I knew about the Harvesters. Everyone did. They made sure to weed out the scum of society. The killers. The rapists. The child abductors. The human traffickers. The drug lords. All of them. They kept the country safe. And those in their ranks were a highly guarded secret. No one except the highest government officials (some even said the President himself had no idea who made up the Harvester ranks) knew who was a Harvester. Not even a Harvester knew they were a Harvester. Speaking as one of the secret Harvesters, I can tell you that part is true. We do not know we are killers. I don’t know how that’s possible but it’s true. Obviously, someone found out how to erase memories.

I stopped at that thought.

All right, all right. That, admittedly, was a small sneak peek. Here's a little more.

That wasn’t the only thing said sciency someone (I pictured a really evil, mad scientist stereotype person with a lab that looked like something out of a Frankenstein movie) was able to accomplish.

There you go you greedy readers. A little bit more.

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