My Kickstarter campaign for The Fourth Prometheus continues on. I decided to giver backers and potential backers alike a taste for the novel I will add an update a week with a page from the book. The first one went out last night so I decided to add it here as well. Enjoy.
The burst of steam coming off the machine left Giselle’s cheeks red. She was used to the sting and hot steam, hot metal, the smell of burning oil, pretty much anything that a mechanic of her ability and expertise would have encountered. To the people of Boston the name Mathers was equally famous for her father the scientist and Giselle the metal worker artisan. She tightened a couple more screws and ran the oil line back around the metal strut. Soon her Father’s greatest design would be ready, if it didn’t kill her first. Giselle ran her sleeve over her face sopping up the moisture on her cheeks. She caught her reflection in the chrome of the machine. Her green eyes wide and youthful played behind her high cheekbones and beneath a mound of tight red curls held firmly in place in a tight French braid with both barrette and pins. Good looks ran in her family but it was her scientific mind that she most treasured. She reached over and pressed the ivory button beside the flashing red acorn light on her workstation panel. “What is it, Leland?”
“Sorry for the intrusion, but Drs. Forester and Bach would like a word with you in the drawing room.”
“Oh for the love of General Grant. I am right in the middle of finishing up the cooling system.”
“I assured them that this unannounced visit would not be welcome.”
“You still let them in.”
“To not do so would have been rude. Will you be joining them?”
Giselle tossed her screwdriver onto her work bench. “I will be right down.” She then threw her gloves and goggles to their places on her bench among the sprockets, work gears and spring tensioners.
Giselle reached for the leather ties on her apron but decided to leave it in place. She did let her hair down and welcomed the feeling of it on the back of her neck and shoulders. She took her finger and dabbed a bit of grease from one end of the machine and applied a generous smudge across her right cheek. No point in not looking as busy as she was.
As she entered the room Leland handed her a glass of water. She smiled at him and then looked at her visitors.
“Dr. Mathers your last report to the commission has some severe holes in it would you not say?”
“Not holes, Boris, missing information.”
Dr. Foster cleared his throat. “Missing information then, how do you account for this?”
Giselle walked over to the window across from the entrance. “Would you prefer missing information or erroneous information?”
“The Foundation would prefer a completed project, fully documented and delivered with no further delays.”