It may be overdue since it's already been 35 chapters when writing this, but I've heard it helps give people the feel of what my story is all about. Please let me here some of your suggestions whether I should start with a bang or slow things down. Thank you!
Prologue:
The rain pelted down on three figures huddled in the shadows across from Hajime's apartment.
McCoy adjusted his fedora, water streaming off its brim, while Rodriguez fiddled with the device – a crude assembly of pipes and triggers. Stevens, the youngest of the bunch, kept watch, his pinstripe suit already soaked through.
They'd tailed their mark for weeks.
Now Hajime was right where they wanted him, settling into his evening routine. Through the window, they could see him lowering himself into his favorite armchair, oblivious to the trap.
"Show time," McCoy growled, striking a match.
The flame illuminated his scarred face as he lit his Cuban cigar. He took one long drag before carefully placing it beside the device's sensor. The sweet tobacco scent mixed with something sharper – gas, seeping through the building's old pipes.
The explosion that followed painted the night sky orange.
