July 2015 I’d noticed the other day that she kept hanging around, smoking cigarettes and occasionally taking one of my beers out of the cooler. She kept changing the music to some sort of music that I thought was punk, or at least related to punk. At first I thought she was watching Bryce, and …
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A Lifting Fog – Missions of Discovery I
“Brett, War Room, now.” The quiet message came over the comm link embedded in his ear. He didn’t really understand all the technology Titan had created with Apex for communications, hell, especially for the armor. Privacy was an accepted illusion as a member of the Alliance, and that didn’t even count the magical artifact Brujeria …
Post Revelation
They’d finally come back from Brewskis. He needed to figure out a better way for transportation to and from the base, for Amelia, Olivia, and frankly for Stacey. This being dependent on the good will of Whitley to teleport, or taking the damn jet tied things to the Alliance too closely. There were a couple …
The Danger of Dreams
“While no additional charges have been filed against UDP leadership or members beyond the alleged direct assassins in the three weeks since election day, the investigation into the attempt on Senator-elect Graham continues……” Outwardly, Brett didn’t sigh in frustration. He was attempting to enjoy the beautiful fall day in the park William had forced his …
Snow Days
We’d made it to our villa after driving through a fast food place by early afternoon. At this point, I felt that whoever said “money can’t buy happiness” was a damn fool. Maybe it didn’t, not by itself, but it sure helped break the frozen ice that surrounded the happy place. Given that Apex had …
Breaking Down Walls
After I picked her up in the kitchen, we were all over the apartment. Intense and passionate doesn’t even began to describe our lovemaking. It was as if we were truly rediscovering each other after all these years, and that the fear and dread of a true fight, that facade finally shattered, the poison and …
Tearing the Scab Off
The party raged on. I guess it’s ironic, but the more the people around you drink and the later it gets, its not always that entertaining when you can’t get drunk, no matter how much you drink. So, I’d kind of given up trying when we left the Utopia club. I’d tried to give it …
Spiral of Regret
I’d left the conversation. I couldn’t leave the aircraft, but I'd left the conversation, turning my attention towards the take-off and initial flight maneuvering. The limited AI James, although I wasn’t entirely sure what Titan meant by that and why he was different than Apex, could have handled all of the flight controls, including the …
Revelations: Ruminations and Regrets
I stand in the courtyard, listening to Whitley in her La Amante persona…..make pronouncements She’d always been high strung, and this persona incorporated parts of her commanding presence as a doctor, but there was something different, something crueler maybe. I’d tried to talk to her earlier in the morning, to, well, if I am …
Revelations: Part I
The flames' height had dropped as they consumed the most flammable of materials in the estate house. If anything, though, the fire grew in heat intensity, especially around the stone stairs to the bolt hole or safe room. I hadn't been able to enter, and Brujeria had been to wounded and in too much pain …
Open Wounds
I sit at the back of the little plaza, watching the celebration unfold. They ignore us, for the most part, not overtly hostile, but not.....welcoming either. We are the family of their new high priestess to be, whatever they officially called the position, regardless of the magic, or maybe because of the magic, a tribe …
Waiting
“I 'ate this fuckin' room.” Five minutes later, “I 'ate this fuckin' room.” I sit next to the bed. Again. I sit and I stare at the unconscious form. Her long purple hair lies tangled about her sleeping form. Of course, its not entirely purple any more, and I guess its a sleeping form now. …
Just in Case . . . .
START RECORDING The video shows the sandy haired man staring into the camera. The room behind him shows a massive bed, tightly made, the floor spotless, various punk and skaa band posters are plastered on one wall. Twenty three seconds of silence play through the video as the man stares into the camera before he …
What Price Memory, Part X
I sit there, lost in the memory of a pinup show. The foggy memory clears, and nothing about poor cell phone video gets in the way. With her there, her hand upon my leg as she sips the last of the wine, I can fe..... “Good stuff,” she says, knocking rest of the wine back, …
What Price Memory, Part IX
April 1st, 2013 (All Fool's Day) 2047 Hours The infiltration has gone smoothly. Shift change leading into the evening. They really hadn't been hardened against a professional attack, especially one led by someone with his capabilities combined with his training. Add no mercy for those who had destroyed my family's innocence, and well, while we …
Last Dreams 