The airport wasn’t packed this time of night. I scanned the thin crowd for my audition ( Read more... )

Mordeck and Cheddar Plain were field-stripping their weapons on top of Concourse B. The hit was still two hours away. No one came by here. They talked and smoked openly. Eyes in the sky were a thing of the past ( Read more... )

When I came home to find him sitting in the middle of my living room, I wasn’t alarmed ( Read more... )

Two dots underneath The Stumble’s jaw meant that it was time to duck. Quite the gamble on Darren’s part, betting that The Stumble wouldn’t pull the trigger with a brain wound while the barrel of The Stumble’s cannon was pointed at my head ( Read more... )

It ends like this. I’m surrounded, pinned to the pavement by the helicopter searchlight. Newspapers and coffee cups are spiraling around me, running from the downdraft out of the light and into the darkness like I wish I could. I’m bleeding and I’m on my knees. I’m slouched, looking down and crying. My empty gun hangs loosely in my hand. ( Read more... )