Flash Point: A Days of Resonance Side Story

By Brett P. S.

Hugo Gerard, an awkward and unsociable high school chemistry teacher, concealed his powers with due diligence until Pinnacle thugs held him and his peers for ransom during a bank heist. Faced with a grim outlook spiraling toward his impending demise, Hugo decided to act with a resonance powerful enough to burn his foes to cinders. Sometimes, heroes rise from the ashes.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Brett P. S.
• Release date: Jul 6, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311677402

Brett P. S.

Brett Sawyer (1986), born in Old Saybrook, Connecticut, is an indie author who writes short stories & novellas, from science fiction to heroes. He graduated from Eastern Illinois University in 2015 with a Bachelor’s in education and currently teaches game design at Lake Land College.Short Change arrived at retailers in November of 2014, the start of a hero series where ordinary people gained powers over oddly specific domains, following the story of a shorter than average hero who can telekinetically manipulate small units of currency.Short Change is free on “smashwords.com/profile/view/BrettPS” and Barnes & Noble along with other samples and short fiction.Brett’s popular releases in science fiction include “Dark Station” and “Tales from the Colony: An Interstellar Saga.” Dark Station is a deep space thriller set aboard an abandoned orbital science station where Ben Gebbley and his crew secretly investigate the disappearance of the original staff before others come to claim the lost assets.

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Table of Contents

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

EPILOGUE

Chapter 1

Pinnacle Threat

Flash Point (noun): The temperature at which a particular organic compound gives off sufficient vapor to ignite in air

Hugo Gerard, a slim build man in his early thirties, stood anxious in line at the Greenburg Reserve Bank in Chicago, Illinois. He stroked back his thinning hair and licked his thumb. He pressed his fingers into the frill of his plaid vest to squeeze out a stain that had been there since he landed a splotch of ice cream on it a few hours prior. To his disdain, the damned spot wouldn’t come out. He could resort to more aggressive means, but he’d rather wait until farther away from prying eyes. God knows people would notice the stench of viscus fumes and burning fibers if he did it poorly. He hadn’t had much practice controlling his resonance, much less perfecting its subtlety. He’d be lucky if he didn’t char his suit