Monthly Archives: November 2019

“I hear you’re a jack,” said the man in his uptower accent as he squeezed himself against the table into the seat opposite me. He grunted, the table grunted, the taped-up seat grunted. His cheap pants grunted and creaked, but … Continue reading →

He pulled up menus from her internal control systems and ran diagnostics to make sure she wasn’t going to go mad or suffer any permanent physical damage from his attack. Even now, her internals were fighting to block off the … Continue reading →

“She’s not your contract. Mercado—” “Mercado can go twist himself. He wouldn’t let us do what needed to be done.”  Kean stood rock-steady, even as he sent out test-probes from his headware. Nothing. He was cut off. How did she … Continue reading →

[I’ve got a hit], Kean said on their private net, as he tried to slip through the crowd.  [I have a possible match] LCY said, her voice calm and neutral. Kean always heard it as female, where Lasher and 47 … Continue reading →

He then brought up the screens for the Avaent’s drone bay. They had several grades of space-going drone – useful for checking out potential salvage for ambushes and other surprises – but only a handful of atmospheric ones. He had … Continue reading →

Benny died clawing at a desk drawer where, presumably, he’d kept a gun. His body wobbled, then fell across Kean’s legs. Kean had slid behind the heavy office desk before Benny’s door hit the opposite wall, gun in hand. Now, … Continue reading →

NANOWRIMO BRADBURY  INDUSTRIAL ZONE 4 Fifth shift local time  The bar had no name, save perhaps the flickering videopaint signage that said ‘DELIVE’ across truck-sized garage doors that had not opened in twenty years. It squatted between a robotic factory … Continue reading →