Dont do it, Dominec! someone called, it sounded like Warburton, but Dom didnt care.
There was nothing but open field in front of him, and behind him were a lot of bad men with guns. The problem is those bad men with guns, used to be his friends, his buddies, his squad mates, now he was about as liked as a... Read More
Lightning split the sky casting back the gathering darkness to illuminate the windswept and rain-battered field. Bodies lay strewn, hacked, torn, broken, blood, and brains, bile scattered throughout. Harken lay in the grass, the cool rain lancing down on his face like arrows of cold awakening. The rain carried the blood from his face, washed the revulsion, turned the scarred and... Read More
Caspen pressed the thumblock and waited for the click. Seconds seemed to pass each as endless as a lifetime until the red light flicked over to green and the door hissed open. He stepped inside and felt along the wall for the light switch. The recent renovations had meant that things were often in strange places. Fingers groping he probed deeper... Read More
They called themselves Brics and Morter and they were some of the best in the business.Stolid, reliable, dependable, all the bles you could ever need. Good with guns, grenades, and gab. Add to all of that the fact that they were English, precommunion English, and it made for quite a roisterous packaged.
The clinking of glassware filled the tiny space above... Read More
Its hard to describe. That feeling you get when you see the woman you know youre going to marry for the first time. Its especially difficult when said woman is pointing a pistol at you, and apparently knows how to use it.
I met Martha, if that is her real name, while on the job in Prague. She was beautiful. It... Read More