I study her as the sommelier bringS the wine she ordered, offering it first to me, and with a shake of my head, going through the dance of the sniff and taste with her. Somewhere, a thought chases through my head, probably from Henri, that the tasting was irrelevant, that originally, the sniff was just …
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What Price Memory: Intro
They'd had some good times over the last few days, the three of them. Awkward at times, of course, but good, he'd thought. But she kept doling out the information slowly, and he had a soldier's dichotomy of immense patience while on or planning the mission, and almost none in his personal life. Whether it …
Mending Fences and Digging Holes: Part V
Brett paid after dessert and they returned to the arcade for awhile, Olivia bouncing from game to game, hitting anything that smacked of racing especially, and returning multiple times to the bike games. She competed against Brett, and sometimes Amelia, but always won the racing games, no matter what they were. As they …
Mending Fences and Digging Holes: Part IV
They'd found her already driving thru simulated water in the game Wave Rider, and after some hesitation, Brett joined in, coming in a respectable second out of two. Then, jumping to the new Pac-Man attack, Amelia proved victorious, as the last Pac-man standing, having devoured first Olivia and then Brett. “How about this one?” …
Mending Fences and Digging Holes: Part III
“I hope that you like it....I wasn't really sure what you might want to do. I don't really go out that much, other than.....,” he paused, “some clubs occasionally.” They had just sat down at the table, but the ambient noise level made it kind of hard to hear, the sounds of a hundred …
How do you feel?
“How do I feel you ask? Well, that's an interesting question. Are you sure you want to know? Well, then, how to answer." "You know, nobody here ever thinks about this, but the seasons, not that San Diego seems to have any, are reversed from back home. You know, summer is winter and vice versa, …
A First Lesson
He'd shown her the basic controls before they even left, explaining some of the high tech gadgets as well, espescially the radar, San Diego was a busy port. Then he'd pulled the boat adeptly away from the dock, backing it slightly out in a curve towards shore, before correcting course, and, well, Amelia had not …
Mending Fences and Digging Holes: Part II
He'd made sure he had plenty of time to get back to the base, he'd even made sure he had time to run back to base. Not sure what possessed him to run back instead of grabbing a car from the garage, but he'd been so nervous that Sarah had finally given up trying …
Back to Work
The prisoner hadn't given him anything more useful than the information that first night. More and more he suspected that the implant did more than protect his mind from outside influence. I mean, why give Dryce an implant to start with? From what he had said, both today and previously, was that no one really …
Interrogating the Past: Part I
He'd shifted before leaving the armoury. He'd needed the delay to get his emotions under control after Amelia left. He'd long ago figured out that his blending into the background needed focus, and he had been anything but focused for a bit after that.....discussion and with Olivia roaming the base, he really couldn't afford to …
A Choice of Terrors: Part II
The celebrations upon his return this evening had been glorious. Another new trade route formally opened through the dangerous deserts. There had been a couple of minor attempts at raiding and looting, but those parties had been handled, one destroyed, and another considering the wealth that they might attain with regular trade instead of the …
Mending Fences and Digging Holes – Part I
After leaving the medical bay, he'd gone through an extended individual training session, a lot longer than what he followed when Shawna and Henri were involved, saving the firing range for the last, not because he didn't want to awaken anyone (they should be up training instead of lazing about), but because it had always …
A Choice of Terrors: Part I
The winds blew around him, long strands of platinum hair flowing in the air currents behind him as his ship tacked towards the coast. Light rain clouds floated to the north, deeper into the sea, and he could sense the power of the storms flowing outward from them, energy tingling through his body and mind. …
No More Running
He’d ridden home on the back of the SpyderCycle, alternately fuming quietly with the occasional angry outburst to his brother about their failure. It didn’t take them long with Bryce’s suicidal speed, to drive along the cost of California until they reached Tempest Point. Everyone made noises about a post-mortem session with food but he …
Mazatlan Massacre: Departure
They'd been throwing what supplies they had from the crappy apartment into Brett's jeep when he heard them approaching. Bryce and Karen had gone up for the last load of spare clothes and blankets a few minutes earlier. He kept loading the last of the water and food into the back of the jeep. Not …
Last Dreams 