Quent Aron: Author of the Wolfgang Hendrix Adventure Series
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3/18/2019

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Lots of changes to the site recently. Trying to fine tune everything and get it up and running smoothly. Turns out I don't do web design for a reason: lack of patience. It's tedious and often mind-numbing but in the end, things are looking good. More true to the tone of the series and who the characters are.

While working on the second book of the series, The Devil in Sirocco, we've disappeared down a rabbit hole of exploration. We often reference a time we haven't seen; the time before the team got together or even how they got together. Devil explores their first days getting their feet wet as fugitives, but what did they look like before that? Clearly, Aron and I have an idea, but we haven't put it to paper. Recently we've explored a snippet of that time period in their lives. What the characters looked like, what their relationships looked like and I can say this; it's amazing. It clears up current relationships, explains questions we never realized we had. It's beautiful and so far under 30k words. A short story some would say. The first of its kind and not the last.

We often toss out throwaway lines, ideas that would be fun to explore but don't necessitate their own book. This time around we jumped on the opportunity to develop a short to see where it lead. While I can't say things won't change and short stories should not be considered canon to the books, it's been a fun ride and I'm excited to see about getting it cleaned up and start posting it for the public to see.

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4/16/2019 03:20:00 am


Hi Quent
Good to chat with you @ Chatroom, Sunday .
Bit of a masochist, I actually ENJOY editing and proofreading! I couldn;t resist the chance to 'run the rule' over your excerpt, which I thought was just right as an "opening scene"
I hope my Comments are visible when you run the cursor over the "speech bubbles" RH of the page.
Looking forward to another chat!
Paul
QUENT ARON: AUTHOR OF THE WOLFGANG HENDRIX ADVENTURE SERIES
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Daniel “Cruiser” Stone stood in front of the reception desk with his hip leaning against the counter. Waiting. Waiting and not drumming his fingers as the woman in front of him chewed on her bubble gum and again informed him of how he was not, in fact, on the list of approved people to gain admittance. Okay, fine. She wasn’t actually chewing bubble gum, but she might as well have been. Her long brown hair was tied into pigtails on the sides of her head for God’s sake. She looked like a girl scout, not the gatekeeper for the man who developed some of the most deadly weapons in the world.

“I’m sorry Mr. . . .” Samantha Frost looked at the badge clipped to his chest. “Walker, but there’s no record of you being on Mr. Tyrell’s security team.”
No shit. Before he had a chance to respond, a voice was squeaking through the intercom. “Ms. Frost!”

Ms. Frost, entirely suiting if you heard the tale from Cruiser’s teammates. The experts at the tag team cons, who gloated about being able to get anywhere that one shouldn’t, couldn’t, or weren’t allowed to be, had been sent back to the team van less than an hour ago with their tails collectively between their legs. Yeah. Miss Frost and her mad hatter skills had shown them.

“Yes, Mr. Tyrell.” She smiled at Cruiser as she spoke into the intercom.

“I need a blowtorch!”

“Sorry, you aren’t allowed to have one.” Ms. Frost’s eyes never left Cruiser. Almost like she didn’t trust him since he wasn’t on the list. “Not since you set the sprinklers off and flooded the building. The insurance company made you sign an agreement.” A smile flitted across her features before she was back to professional mode.

“What kind of simple-minded assistant can’t even get a welding tool? You’re fired!”

“Sorry.” She was very much not sorry. “You can’t do that either. It’s in my contract. Use the cold chemicals or laser cutters. If that doesn’t work, let me know and I’ll get a welder. Oh! And the cafeteria has banana pudding today.”

Miss My Little Pony glanced at the intercom speaker waiting for a reply from Mr. Tyrell. When it never came, she looked back over to him. Cruiser raised his brow, feigning patience and understanding that came with a deep, exhaustive breath as he channeled some reserve for wading through bullshit. Why the hell couldn’t Chance and Fletcher have figured out how to take care of this chick? It wasn’t hard. Divide and conquer. They did it all the time.

Oh. It was his turn to talk in this little shindig. “All right, I’m not on the list. I talked to Mr. Roach’s HR man last night and he said to report in here for the detail.” He shrugged at her, brow raising like this whole thing was very inconvenient to him. Because it was. “You wanna call my boss, tell him why I’m going home instead of chaperoning your boss?”

“Certainly. I’ll also make sure you’re reimbursed for time and travel expenses.” Phone already in her hand, Frosty was smiling like making calls to excuse strangers from work was her favorite thing to do. Too bad she didn’t realize that she wouldn’t be speaking to Roach’s HR guy. No, Dex had tapped into the phone line a half hour ago, so when she did call, Dex would intercept the call and Wolfgang would get to play HR guy and verify Cruiser’s story.

It was simple really. Annoying, but simple. Like her.

She didn’t dial the phone. Could she not do one damn thing right? She was a receptionist. It was simple job. But no, something else had her attention. And it was making her frown a little—wouldn’t want to mess up that cheerleader perkiness for too long. But when she didn’t take her attention off of the discrete row of monitors on her desk, Cruiser wound up craning his neck enough to catch a glimpse of what had her eye. The private elevator was on its way up, complete with a three man security detail.

Davis, Whalen, and Rutgard.

He recognized their faces and knew their names from the dossiers they’d read two days ago. Security was tight here. Personnel did not show up forty-five minutes early for their shift. He could feel the hair on his

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