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The Outlaw
The bay's hooves plowed through drifts of knee-deep snow as Smoky McRaven kept him mercilessly at a gallop down the winding mountain trail south of Quantrell, Montana. Smoky ’s breath came as sharp as his mount’s as they leapt down several snow-covered drops detected by the sure footed mountain pony. Born, raised, and broke in the mountains, the sturdy bay never missed a beat with his hooves, but all Smoky was thinking about was the cold, the pain in his side, and the four lawmen that were hot on his trail. To him the black mane of the driven bay blended with the gray and brown ones of the two...
What Problem?
“Mission Control, Capistrano One” crackled the real-time voice link for a routine training mission on orbit around the moon.“Go ahead, Capistrano One,” responded Mission Control.“Houston, we have a problem.”A sleepy-eyed overnight crew that had been fighting to remain vigilant at the Johnson Space Center in Houston, TX rose in unison with drill team precision. A pregnant pause ensued as, to a man—and woman— they scanned the large mission status display at the front of the room for any anomalies or pergence from the programmed mission profile. Every thing looked textbook perfect. What possibly...
Going Going Gone
Going Going GoneRoxy gets in the taxi cab and says “Follow that Car”. It’s a Tuxedo Black 1962, first generation Chevrolet Corvette, beautiful, majestic, with black and white interior, chrome as shiny as the full moon and glimmering stars. The man driving, mysterious, tall, dark and handsome. Wearing, you guessed it, a Designer Black Tuxedo with black Italian shoes. I need to find out everythiwww.onedoor.ccng I can about this man and first, is where he lives. The Taxi driver is pretty good at this, swerving and dodging, skidding around corners and keeping the mysterious man in our sites. We travel for a lon...
Do It Yourself Carjack
“Houston, we have a problem.” My Sargent said, catching me on a break. “What does that mean?” I asked, biting into the most delicious egg salad sandwich. “333、1 in progress. We’re short, you’re up.” “Can’t we just zap it?” “It’s got a driver. Come on Misa. I have to send a live officer.” I binned my sandwich and took a black Lexus with manual override. I ordered the Lexus to sync up with the drones already pursuing the car thief. I had never had to use manual override in a pursuit, and I hoped I never would. I looked down to find egg salad goo on the front of my uniform. I wiped and ...