Back on Brown’s Bridge Rd, he punched the throttle and pushed the car through the gears. As the speedometer crossed over a hundred miles per hour, he noticed the Beemer was still back there… further… but seemingly pacing him.

Continue reading...

“I should have shipped at least one of these,” he said out loud, although really just for his own benefit.
“Need help, soldier?” he heard over his shoulder.
JD froze, then slowly turned to face the familiar voice, flooded with equal parts of excitement, hope and dread.
Words stuck in his throat as he looked down into her bright green eyes.

Continue reading...

Elevator Man lifted the rifle to the desk, back from the open window, grabbing two books to raise the bipod slightly. He zoomed his scope in to view a small flag waving behind the man on the podium. He made a minor adjustment to the scope. He reframed his target and waited for his breathing to slow.

Continue reading...