G’day H, I bow to your obsession for bloody emails, even though I swore a couple of years ago it was too much of a security risk. I didn’t really pay any attention to what the hell you wrote in that report you submitted to the mayor, but I finally read it while all you …
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A Father’s Lesson
He heard her steps coming down the hallway. He heard everybody’s steps, all the time. Brant was good, very good, but….it had been worse lately for him. In most ways, having Livy and Amelia here the last few weeks had been good for him. Every time he thought of that though, then he felt guilty …
Acceptance: A Gleam & Ghost History
September 2016 Tired. Not physically, not really. He could still run for miles if he needed to, but he was getting sloppy. Fatigued mentally. Things had been so hectic over the last month. He hadn’t made a major mistake yet, that he knew of, but….he needed a break, a big break. Christmas was still three …
The Gleam in His Eye
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 …
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 …
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 …
What Price Memory, Part II
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 …
What Price Memory, Part I
I wasn't sure why I was so nervous. She'd told me along time ago that she didn't want to marry me, and then kept a life altering secret from me. If dinner at an expensive French restaurant was the price to pay to find out information about my daughter, then I was willing to pay, …
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 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 …
Last Dreams 