Machines beeped around Aleks as he came to. His vision was blurry, and he could barely make out faces. He tried to sit up but pain that shot through his body with the motion made him stop. He gingerly lowered himself back onto the bed. It was at an angle enough that it wasn't terribly … Continue reading Atlas – 2
The rest of the night was relatively quiet as Failha and her squad of rookies continued on with their patrol after being questioned by the police. She stopped by her house for a quick wardrobe replacement, another white toga, this time with a much more heavy fabric. Her face warmed up from the thought of … Continue reading Tiamat – 2
Despite the convenience of having a car, I opted to take my bike back to the bay where the drugs were. It took more time biking back than it would have to take my car back to the bay but the bike was less conspicuous. If the navigation on my phone was correct, I would … Continue reading Sidapa – 2
Failha observed her reflection in her dressing room's mirror. The stark white cocktail dress highlighted her warm terra-cotta skin to an intensity that she liked. Her grandmother would have had a heart attack. The amount of skin that she revealed was normal under American standards, but as per the faith of her gran, it was … Continue reading Tiamat – 1
Aleksander breathed in deep, then exhaled slowly as he sat by open bay doors of the jet, flying over the skies of Hong Kong. He raised his hands, examining the special weave of fabric that was light as a feather, but tough as a plate of metal on a tank. The specialized tactical suit that … Continue reading Atlas – 1
Stakeouts are fun. At least that's what I think. It let's me observe humanity at its day to day routine. A heavy set man entered the restaurant that I was staking out. The place was awfully quiet, not the spot that I would have chosen for a drug exchange. My sources told me that this … Continue reading Sidapa – 1
