“You’re in a lot of trouble, Moxley.” Moxley, shackled at the wrists, looked up at the newcomer. Major Iglesias stood even straighter at the man’s entrance, although Mox couldn’t say how that was possible. Iglesias had a stick up his nether regions that seemed to run from stem to stern. The major had busied... »

“Tell me I should see the other guy,” said Moxley. Connor looked annoyed. “Huh?” Moxley sighed. “It’s what you say, Connor. ‘You should see the other guy.’ Then you tell me he through the first punch and you put him on the floor defending yourself.” The polished wooden bench on which the pair sat... »

“You’re going to have a heart attack,” said Chanelle from her doorway. “Nice to see you too, Chanelle,” said Moxley. He was florid, though relatively few stairs separated the ground level from his walk-up office. “I’ll have the rent soon.” “You’re ten days late,” she said. Her tone was flat. That was what Moxley... »

“Moxley. I can’t say it’s a pleasure.” “Feeling’s mutual,” said Mox. Jacob Draeger, whose ID badge proclaimed him a subdirector of Government Inspection, pulled out the metal chair opposite Moxley’s and sat down at the steel table. There was a D-ring at both ends of the table, but Moxley was not shackled. The private... »

The unmistakable ovoid of a high-explosive grenade landed at Harold Moxley’s feet.  He did not think. He kicked it as hard as he could, back toward the open door of the supply shack, and looked on in horror as it bounced off the door frame and back at him.  He bounded over it, leapt... »

“Bourbon,” said Moxley.  “Go easy on the ice.” Shebeiskowski waved the trashcan-shaped robot away when it rolled over to him.  He looked around the darkened pub as if he expected his coworkers to be hiding under the tables. At this time of day, though, the place was deserted.  If there was a human attendant... »