I’ve hit a bit of a setback, and will be almost completely without net access for a while. Possibly a few weeks? Hard to say. So there’s a hold on new episodes while we rediscover the virtues of print media and playing cards. I feel positively Amish. Be back with a vengeance as soon as the technology god’s smile upon us once more. Thanks so much for your support, and happy reading!
Hi readers!
Your humble author’s been dealing with a touch of chronic fatigue, and of course the summer heat here in the Q isn’t helping matters one bit. All is basically well; just lots of recent activity coming home to roost. For that reason, this week’s installment of Antark will be put off til next week. Friday’s Protocol Six episode should go up on schedule, and of course we’ll continue to whittle away at that backlog of audio segments for each episode in all stories. See you soon!
“Whoa, whoa, whoa; hold up there, sunshine,” the cop said, with a hand on Burke’s shoulder.
He began to reach for his identification, reciting the usual litany. “Felipe Burke, zero-zero–”
“Yes, I know. This case is outside your scope. No admittance.”
“What in the hell–?” Burke exclaimed. “This is the location of the Ralph Morgan murder.”
The officer shrugged. “Well, it’s not much of anything now. I have specific instructions. Apparently this is being treated as a separate arson case.” Continue reading
What looked like a pile of scrap on wheels, but apparently far from dead, ground on its abused rims to a gentle stop at the terminal, Dulles International. A nearby skycap looked on in horror as its driver nipped smartly around to the rear passenger side, and opened its door for three harried-looking people to exit. Continue reading
“Anthony, has anyone tried hailing that thing yet?”
“That was the first thing we tried,” Captain Nweke said. “No response yet; we may not have their channel.”
“Standard ship-to-shore; shouldn’t be any question.” Continue reading
“Hey! What’s this?”
“Oh, hi!” May smiled, looking up from the row of samples on the table. “You’re up late.”
Mariah shrugged. “Too hot to sleep. I don’t know how everyone else can do it. So what’s this stuff? It looks different.”
“It is. Something new. I think it’s for Paul, but Annie won’t say.” Continue reading
The driver stuck to the alleyways as much as possible; it provided slightly better cover and minimized the risk to any bystanders. But ahead, a moving crew had the passage completely blocked off. The staff sergeant braked hard, and a plonk plonk plonk on the roof from their assailants’ M-60 told him they were far too close. Shifting to reverse and hitting the accelerator hard, the limo’s engine belts squealed as they shot backwards, blindly for the ruined rear window. Continue reading
In the deep twilight it wasn’t much more than a silhouette, but it was clearly military. McGee studied it through one lens of a set of binoculars, with a weird urge to bite his thumbnail. Thankfully, he didn’t dare take off his gloves. Continue reading
Burke whistled his approval, looking around the opulent office. The constant struggle to survive might have ended once one found their way Inside, but this level of comfort was attained through birth, marriage or dumb luck. In this case, you could say it was the latter. Continue reading
Overhead, the old SuperCobra banked hard left, evading fire from the Apache’s minigun, and the grizzled Army pilot’s annoyance carried over the radio.
“Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, Four-Charlie; he’s a slick sumbitch.”
“Ahh-ffirmative, Aerial,” answered the Staff Sergeant, as he steered squealing out into traffic, weaving through cars on both sides of the avenue. David, still on the floor of the vehicle, felt Agent Diaz rolling off him in the tight turn and instinctively wrapped an arm around her waist. Suddenly realizing, he started to let go, but Rebecca caught his hand. Continue reading
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