The sun is just cresting the Cascades to the east when DJ enters the cluster of desks that he shares with Cullen and Lonzo outside of Devlin’s office. It’s an hour before any of the other Paladins are due to report , but he has a new project he has to work on. The last thing he wants is any of the others hanging over his shoulder making suggestions or giving him grief. After booting up his computer to run through its morning routine, he starts a pot of coffee. While it finishes brewing, he picks out a doughnut from the box he’d picked up on the way to the Center and plops back down at his desk to eat it.
Staring at the blinking cursor, he flexes his jaw, feeling a little residual soreness left over from the discussion he and Devlin had indulged in the evening before. There was no getting around the fact that Bane had a mean right hook, especially when he had a point he wants to underscore. To give the man credit, he was right in that one of these days DJ was going to have to learn how to control his mouth. So far he hadn’t had much luck in that department, and once again, he’d shot his mouth off when he should have shut it. Now he was stuck doing this new project, all because some hotshot in the Regents had decided that the Paladins needed “online presence.” No doubt Devlin thought the whole idea was as bogus as DJ did, but there’d be no getting him to admit it now. Not when he’d taken such great pleasure in giving DJ his marching orders, especially in front of Trahern and Cullen Finley. At least he’d said that DJ only had to blog once a week—unless he did something stupid. Again.
Time to get down to it. Leaning back in his chair, he puts his boots upon his desk. With the keyboard in his lap, he cracks his knuckles and then starts typing . . .
Okay, today’s entry is going to be short and sweet. I’m going to introduce myself to great listening public , assuming anyone is out there reading this. My name is DJ Clayborne, and I live and fight in the great city of Seattle, Washington. If you’re a Paladin with a taste for action, the Pacific Northwest is where you want to be, right in the middle of a whole string of volcanoes and tectonic plates. Mostly we have brief periods of peace and quiet, followed by moments of absolute insanity. When I’m not swinging a sword or my favorite ax, I spend a great deal of time at my computer. Cullen Finley and I share the duties of keeping our system up to date and secure. Some folks seem to think I like to indulge in a bit of hacking on the side, but so far no one outside of a few close friends know that for sure. I’m not bragging, you understand, I’m just that good. You want details? I’m in my late twenties, but probably look younger. Part of the whole Paladin package is a tendency to age slowly, but more on that later. I’m built on the lean side, but make up for it by being quick and sneaky. I have brown hair that I wear short when I remember to get it cut, and I have blue-gray eyes.
I grew up in this area because my old man was stationed here in Seattle, but that’s all I’m going to say on that subject.
Enough about me. So after this, I’ll be blogging about whatever seems interesting at the moment. By the way, I don’t see why I have to be the only one to have to do this, so I plan on having guest bloggers on a regular basis. And Brenna Nichols, Trahern’s woman, has asked that I start writing the occasional article for her on what it takes to be a Paladin. We’ll see how that goes.
He stops typing to listen. Someone is coming down the hallway. He quickly types one more line: So that’s it for this first installment. Welcome to my blog. As Devlin comes into view, DJ hit “enter” and clears the screen. Time for a cup of coffee.