Allen Reading wiped the sweat from his brow and lowered the ventilation mask from his mouth.

He'd finally gathered up the capital to purchase this old dock side bar and was quick to get to work renovating the interior.  He looked around at the chipped paint and busted floorboards and sighed.  It had probably been 30 years since the tavern had ( Read more... )

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Silvia wiped a tear from her eye.  She was unsure how much more of this she could take.  Her wife was broken and she was trapped.  How would she explain all of this?  It had been almost three weeks since she had “died.”  How did she expect to walk back into the world that had gone on without her.

“Very touching.” Came a voice from behind her ( Read more... )

 FIRESTORM 10

Nic was nervous as she spoke to Pepa.

“I set up a digital camera at the entrance and exits of the warehouse.  I kept a log of all registration plates and vehicle types.  I noticed at four separate points that vehicles were entering with one tag and leaving with another.  So I called a friend of mine who is working toll ( Read more... )

Silvia paced the studio.  She had called the phone linking her room to Agent Duarte’s office but had received no answer.  She was getting frustrated.

The police station since Pepa’s orders for the round the clock surveillance had been all but abandoned.

Silvia was getting more agitated by the minute.

Then the door swung open.  It ( Read more... )

The station had amassed in Operations room 1 for a briefing.  Don Lorenzo, Paco and Pepa stood in the front of the room.

“We have a new home now, to begin a new fight.  As of now Paco and I will be acting as liaisons with outside agencies in coordinating a unified attack against these ETA terrorists.  Chief Inspector Miranda will be running ( Read more... )

 FIRESTORM 7

Silvia rubbed her forehead as she tried to absorb all the information Special Agent Duarte had told her.  She felt dizzy.

“Do you have any questions?”

“About a million, but none that I feel comfortable enough to ask right now.”

“I understand.”  She said with a smirk.  “I have one.”

Silvia raised her eyebrows.

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Pepa was pulling phone records from cell towers within the area of the attack on her wedding.  So far she had amassed 30 separate numbers and were mapping them on a large map with push pins.

It was late.  Everyone had gone home hours ago.

She stood and stretched her legs.  She needed some air.  Pepa began to walk.  She didn’t do it on ( Read more... )