Today’s incident was mostly her own fault; she recognized that. But she also understood that no kind of security was completely infallible, especially when pitted against a determined antagonist. She couldn’t count on anyone to protect her. Not Kevin Briggs, not Hancock, and not Kyle Merrimac.
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Posted 27 April 2010
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I wonder what history will call this part of our age, this crumbling disaster movie played over and over before us? Will there be a history as we know it? Or will I live on as nothing more than a background character in the epics that wandering bards will tell of the fall of mankind? [...]
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Posted 02 April 2010
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His gaze traveled out onto the ice where our top line, Ensley-Krupp-Casper, set up against line two, Cooper-Mattheis-Bordeleau. My line, ordinarily, but Mattheis skated at my center spot for now. I looked back toward Coach and saw his eyes on me again. He didn’t seem angry or upset, like he usually did when chastising a player. No, he looked…uncomfortable, and not in way that made me think happy thoughts about the coming conversation either.
“Just got off the phone with Allan,” he named our organization’s General Manager and my world shifted horribly. I knew what today was.
Jason breathed. He panted. Saliva dripped from his tongue and onto a square, black tile. Something cracked, making David jump and Jason whimper. Some more pops filled the empty room. David looked around, they sounded close.
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Posted 26 March 2010
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The green and white tennis shoe laced tight to his right foot had unraveled and come undone. His left was lost a mile back, when he dashed across the Belkin’s muddy lawn. Five toes had already been exposed and he was in danger of showing off all ten, but still, he ran. Through wet grass, [...]
‘I am concerned for Janet, Rudy. And for Jim.’ Rudy stood in his customary place behind the front desk, puzzled and surprised. ‘I believed that they were doing quite well, sir. I was not aware that there was cause for concern.’ ‘Do you know what is happening this very moment?’ ‘I believe I do, sir. [...]
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Posted 17 March 2010
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Pt. 1 – Charlie Pt. 2 – … goes to Canada, sort of Pt. 3 – … and the Big Blue Ox Pt. 4 – … and the Big Blue Ox pt. II Charlie looked down at the shiny face clasped around his wrist, and squinted his blue eyes against the circular, blinding glare that [...]
She took one tentative step, and then another. All around her, musicians and dancers filed off stage. She would be among the last to leave. Though the blackness pressed in, she felt her shoulders relax. Nothing bad could get to her; the new security team was too good.
A warm trickle of breeze swept past her ear. Within it bubbled the hint of a malignant chuckle.
“Found you.”
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Posted 13 March 2010
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At the platform edge, his gaze flashed down, then back up, scanning the half-empty house once more. She was down there, all right, in a tumbled heap of too high heels, white faux leather, and metallic sequins that glittered silver, gold, and bronze. She’d landed on her side, and long tendrils of honey blonde hair obscured her face. With only that brief look, he couldn’t tell whether she breathed or no.
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Posted 05 March 2010
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David turned, processing the sentence sitting in the front seat with them. He stared at the open window of the Gibbson’s house. “Lovely.”
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Posted 05 March 2010
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