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The Messenger
Red, orange, yellow, yellow, blue… the series of colors continued to cycle through the spectrum. The coder notated each one into his pad. There is a short buzz when it ended. He put his...
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Calm Like a Bomb
Tom’s sweat beading down his oily pores and dripped into the mess of wires below. This bomb had no timer and showed evidence of control via remote detonation. He had no usual gear or standard...
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Tony Got His Gun
“Tony Presser? What kind of Italian name is that?” Those words left Joe’s mouth as he wheezed. Tony stood tall while smirking, “It’s the best kind.” He pulled the cigarette from his clinched teeth...
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Fond Memories
People never questioned why Papa Ryan was always tending to a pile of dirt. Every Wednesday and Saturday you could see him out there, bent over like a crooked “L,” laying seed, and...
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They’re Watching. They’re Watching.
Not sure why I’m writing this. It’s not like anyone will ever read it. We could all be dead tomorrow if the Poachers change their minds. It was a warm day in October. Typical for Los...
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