“Take a long look, Mister Miller,” said Councilwoman Sara Lindsey. She pushed the pocket tab across the table. The image it displayed was not pleasant: A man in his late twenties lay suspended in an air cot, covered in burns that, in some cases, were deep enough to expose bone. Whether the man was... »
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Ben Garrison stood on the third story of a building overlooking the Capitol tech ghetto. The building had been partially razed, leaving three levels of ruin that retained just enough structure to provide cover for his snipers. The snipers had already left their positions,... »
“Don’t let it go to your head, kid.” Moxley shook his head as the duty officer handed him a polymer bag full of his personal effects. He glanced back... »
The car picked up speed as the thing with Sheb’s face drove them through the entrance to the slideways beneath the Gulf Bridge. The hole in the creature’s abdomen... »
He was a little man, behind a little desk, from which he ruled a little empire. Harold Moxley forced himself not to fidget, not to dog-ear the pages of... »
