I am finishing my first book and am going to have some beta readers soon. Below I have put the first part of Chapter 1. Let me know what you think in the comments below!

Journey of the Kings – King’s Series, Book I

Part One – Earth

Chapter One – The Agent – December, 2038

Routines made his job a little bit easier. They made it easy to predict where people would be and what time they would be there. It was human nature. No matter how active a person tends to be, they usually fall into certain patterns. It makes life easier and less stressful. Ordinary. No matter how significant a person happens to be, they eventually follow ordinary patterns. It is a rare thing to lead a life of unpredictable nature. Routine and predictability were what Seth counted on nine times out of ten. All he had to do was find a place to settle in and watch a target. Then it became a waiting game.

Sometimes intelligence gathering was as simple as drinking coffee or eating a salad while paying attention and looking like you belonged. Of course, he couldn’t completely rely on focusing on a person’s routines, because then he had to settle into a routine of his own, therefore making himself a potential target.

In this case, though, he didn’t need to scout ahead for days or weeks ahead of time. He knew where Martha Anderson would be. As the headmistress of the Grath’s School for Boys, she had followed the same pattern for at least the last eight years. She had likely been following the same routine for much longer.

Every morning, at 6:00 AM, she walked out the front door of the institution to check the daily mail and to unlock the front gates that kept intruders from entering during the night. That particular morning was no different. Seth was in a car that he had driven over from London earlier that morning. He was parked about two hundred meters away with a clear line of sight to the front of the school. The school was very well maintained, owing to the nature of its funding. It received government money, but relied heavily on private funding as well. Established in the early 1900s as a place to handle the orphaned boys of the areas around Surrey, the school had gained a fantastic reputation for turning out students fully ready to tackle top universities.

When she saw the small brown envelope mixed into the mail with ‘Benjamin Allen’ written on it in black permanent marker, her face didn’t register any surprise. She simply looked up, scanned the surrounding area, and nodded. If she had hoped she would see the mysterious package deliverer, today was not the day. She expected as much. This was the ninth December she had received such a package. It always contained the same items: a note asking that all of Benjamin’s needs be met and 70,000 Euros stacked and bound together with twine. Anything left over could be used as she deemed necessary for the school’s operations.

Seth smiled, even though his heart ached. His only relief was that he trusted that Martha Anderson was a good person and she would take care of his only son – a son that he had never even met.