I needed to brainstorm this. Bad prologues were often saddled with too much exposition and background. If Miranda was getting a prologue, it was going to be kick ass. In the world of espionage, there is one bar to surpass.
Sometimes a high bar.
Sometimes a low bar.
It has been the standard for 50 years.
I had to beat a James Bond pre-credit sequence.
I rubbed my hands together. Even on paper, the story had no punch. Any good writer knows there has to be a kick ass hook at the beginning. Miranda needed a motive. I glanced at the barista, an overweight girl with short hair with a frosty top. A back tattoo expanded onto her neck. She had added extra pumps of flavor in my macchiato so she was good in my book.
I swear, the bullseye never fails. I pointed at the barista and clapped in glee.
Miranda obviously needed a partner.