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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, however. The raid on the illegal surgical facility — which... »

“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 at the desk, then to Weber. “I guess they’re not going to give it back,” said Mox. Weber’s eyes bulged.  “Kid, you don’t have the... »

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 wept a viscous fluid that looked like petroleum jelly. Moxley kept his seat, his mind racing, trying to logic out what was happening to him... »

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 the printed curriculum vitae clutched in both hands. The little man — his name was Fletcher — peered back at him from behind the desk.... »

“Open up, Lobby.” “Go home, Mox. You’re drunk.” “What has that got to do with anything?” Moxley said, leaning on the intercom switch. The corridor in which he stood was intentionally dank. Lobby removed light cells as fast as the building owner could replace them. “The two statements are unrelated. I’m telling you to... »