Math- any math- came easily to Ahmer. It was just a given. It'd always been like that. His mother had taken him to a library book sale when he was in fifth grade, and he'd come away with an eighth grade math textbook and a teacher's edition trigonometry textbook. He'd worked through them both by the end of the school year. In high school he'd taken ( Read more... )

The dogs, Sam would remember afterwards, were going crazy; of all that long Arctic nightmare, that was what stuck out. The dogs. One minute they'd been charging over the ice. The next, nothing but snarling, slavering rage, snapping and barking at anyone near them. He got up to see what was wrong ( Read more... )

Sam had gone straight to the Web the instant his dorm assignment came in the mail. They'd put him in a freshman-heavy building called Rockefeller College, which, according to rumor, could easily leave a guy five flights of stairs away from the nearest communal bathroom. His assignment wasn't quite that bad, but it wasn't easy to reach either- three ( Read more... )

Sam still had goodbyes to say- to humans, a little, to Autobots, more. The humans were simple enough. Epps saluted. Fig called him 'college boy' and shoved a pack of his mother's recipes at him. Lennox shook his hand and suggested ROTC with what might have been the barest of winks. Sam just laughed- a little weakly, but he thought it was good ( Read more... )

The sound of a motorcycle engine purring up to the south gate caught the guards' attention. None of them really knew what to think of Arcee yet, and the ostensibly female Autobot had gone out for a speed run on the local roads that morning. A few questions wouldn't hurt anyone, they reckoned... unfortunately, the bike that approached had two riders ( Read more... )