“You are not in control here.” That was said about eight times in the past two minutes like I didn’t hear them the first time…
The cold sea of space. Some people love it. Thrive in it. It weirds me out. They think of it as freedom…
This is not good. I felt like I was standing on a landmine. I couldn’t tell if the assassin had left or not, no matter what scan I ran…
Three systems away from where I ditched the Advocacy Agent. If I kept going I would start hitting more populated systems…
I don’t consider myself a vain person, but there is a pride, a certain calculation, you take in your reputation. So the notion that some dreg is out there using your name is bad enough, but snatching kids to sell into slavery? That makes me want to draw blood.
I stared at the kid trading under my name through the sights of two handguns. Fake-me shivered and blubbered but didn’t move otherwise.
The more laps the notion took around my mind, the more obvious it became. The solution started to become crystal clear too.
Yellow lightning pulsed deep in the thick storm clouds. Rain turned the red dirt into slick mud. Hidden in the dark depths of the massive canyon, we waited. We ate stittle-bugs. The cold sank into our bones…
Several blocks away from the police station, Quell waited patiently while I broke into a hover. I found an older model so I wouldn’t need any crackers just old-fashioned tools…
Raj’s thugs picked up Quell’s body like an unwieldy cut of meat. I suppose that’s all it was now, a thing. Another bloodstain on this cheap carpet, something the next occupant of this room would look at and joke about…