Protocol Six: Chapter Twenty-Seven
“…Dad? It’s me…” “Jesus… honey, I feared the worst. I’d almost resorted to praying.” “Ah– ! God… Daddy, don’t make me laugh; it hurts…” “How… Read More »Protocol Six: Chapter Twenty-Seven
Alan in ABMFQ
Alan Augustson is a public policy analyst, social scientist and author. In the policy realm, his specializations are in emergency management and disaster response. He served on-contract to the Federal Emergency Management Agency, operating in the Information Management Cell of FEMA’s Response/Recovery Branch during and after Hurricane Katrina. He has also worked with the National Opinion Research Center, the University of Illinois, the Government Finance Officers Association, the Illinois Chamber of Commerce, and the U.S. Census Bureau. He was named to the Issues Committee for the Barack Obama U.S. Senatorial campaign, specializing in military and veterans’ affairs. Alan ran for the House of Representatives in 2008, for the Fifth Congressional District of Illinois. He conducted exploratory campaigns for President of the United States in 2008 and in 2019. Alan is a veteran of the United States Marine Corps and a former firefighter and medic. He holds a BA in Anthropology from the University of New Mexico, and a Master of Public Policy from the University of Chicago’s Harris School. Today he lives in New Mexico. He has a wife, Kimberly; a daughter, Nova; and two very demanding cats.
Rust: Chapter Twenty-Three
“You were in the Army, weren’t you?”, the old lady smiled, pouring a cup of tea. Pike accepted it gratefully and inhaled. He had never… Read More »Rust: Chapter Twenty-Three
Rust: Chapter Twenty-Two
“Stover, tell me,” he said. “You do your job, right? I don’t mean to accuse; just asking. It’s a legit strategy.”
“Yeah? So?” the cop said, squinting.
“So. You ever run into a situation where someone didn’t want your job to get done? Maybe someone important?”
Protocol Six: Chapter Twenty-Six
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… Read More »Protocol Six: Chapter Twenty-Six
Antark: Chapter Twenty-Two
“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… Read More »Antark: Chapter Twenty-Two
Rust: Chapter Twenty-One
“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… Read More »Rust: Chapter Twenty-One
Protocol Six: Chapter Twenty-Five
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… Read More »Protocol Six: Chapter Twenty-Five
Antark: Chapter Twenty-One
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… Read More »Antark: Chapter Twenty-One
Rust: Chapter Twenty
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… Read More »Rust: Chapter Twenty
Protocol Six: Chapter Twenty-Four
Overhead, the old SuperCobra banked hard left, evading fire from the Apache’s minigun, and the Army pilot’s annoyance carried over the radio. “Whiskey Tango Foxtrot,… Read More »Protocol Six: Chapter Twenty-Four