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OVERVIEW THERAPY“This is crazy,” thundered William Casey, his face muscles drawn into a pained snarl. “Why is Zambia wasting billions of dollars funding a road to nowhere?”“That is why we brought this to your attention, William,” Admiral Poindexter spread his palms explaining. “At the Council, we found this whole thing very strange. They must have something up there sleeves.”“They may as well construct one on the moon,” William Casey came back; disdain working into his soul like cognac.“Masompe seems to be so important to them,” Poindexter continued. “That is hardly the only urgent constructio...
Nick
“So, what’s the catch?” I didn’t trust George any further than I could throw him, and he wasn’t a small guy. We were perched on two bar stools in a dingy Southside bar that looked like every other scuzzy pe. I had a draft beer in front of me I wasn’t about to drink. George had whiskey on the rocks.“No catch. One simple favor, and your gambling debts are gone. Vanished. Like smoke in the wind.” George tried to look endearing, but just came off as intimidating. He was an enforcer for the bookie I was partial to, and I was way behind on my debt. I’d been expecting someone like George for a while ...
Peregrine
The radar ping went from searching to a solid tone. I didn’t need a missile from the backpack launcher to hit this plane. I’d spun right onto his tail almost near enough to grab him. The plasma caster would more than suffice at this range. One more enemy to take down before Highwire destroyed the final missile silo. I extend my arm and take aim.Cloudstreak’s voice came over my headset. “Peregrine, enemy wingsuits at the silo!”In an instant I dove away from the enemy fighter and towards the distant silo. Above it I could see a flurry of the enemy’s Archangel wingsuits, and raining down beneath...
On the Head of a Pin
“A needless war in Ukraine, the Chinese people protesting, crypto is crap, the red wave that never came, insurrections and impeachments, music isn’t music anymore. No one is courteous. No one cares about anyone but themselves. What the hell is happening?” The womwww.onedoor.ccan with the dark skin and bunned-up hair, whose skin glistened in the reflection of the colossal LCD monitors above Times Square, didn’t look at her interlocutor, she just grimaced in the glow, staring at the sky, as she proclaimed, “Everything is changing. What was, is no longer. What will come will be unrecognizable. It is the ...