They’d left the game room and headed out towards the other areas of the recreation complex. Big enough apparently for most people, it had little signs on all the crossing walk paths. He’d memorized the map before he left Tempest Point. It had only taken a couple of minutes. Were civilians so lazy they …
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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 …
Safe Places: Part 2
He awoke to aching cold, a mix of numbness and pain in his legs. Dizzy, he couldn't really orient his direction, but when he moved, the feeling of water sloshing around him brought some coherency to his thoughts. A fine spray was showering over him, as he struggled to get somewhat upright. He moved his …
Safe Place – Part 1
He awoke suddenly, confused momentarily before his body addressed the swelling from the concussion driven through his brain as his head slammed into the steel walls a few moments ago. His senses fired, but the container provided no light for his eyes to filter, completely dark. It had been dark outside, but there was no …
Coming Home
He'd been obnoxious about the Venn diagram discussion. Intellectually, regardless of what he told Henri, he could recognize the value of such a proposition, and frankly it really wasn't that much different in its objective than many of the threat or target analysis discussions he'd either ran or participated in previously. Course, stylistically, anything related …
Homeward Bound
Sophia by Cruxshadows Its never really silent in a combat aircraft, even when its quiet. The mechanical hums, the chimes and sounds of various consoles, the breathing, farts, belches, and assorted creaks of equipment from the troops in the back. Now, though, with Alliance Two, it seemed different. Oh sure, Henri snored in the co-pilot's …
Last Dreams 