“Nick,” Isaac said, “I’ve got two more things for you. First of all, I’ve arranged training on how to fly the jet for any of you that want it. I’ll send you the information on that along with the evasive driving I mentioned before. Second, I need you to let me know if you’ve got [...]
With this post we start what I’ll probably call “Book 2″ if I ever decide to break these up into books. What I’m going to try to do in this section is write a series of short episodes that build on each other, trying to do things with a similar speed to the Heroes League [...]
Unfortunately, if he didn’t do anything about it, who would? No one, unless Romy found the guys soon.
He could just wait, but who knew when Romy would be back. He could try to talk some sense into the kid, but it hadn’t worked so far. At this point, Joe figured the best thing he could [...]
“What are you talking about?” Joe asked. “I’m not going to burn the dog. I only burned the building because the mob owned it.”
“The mob? Mr. Monroe’s not part of the mob. He’s a decent man.”
“My definition of decent doesn’t include protection rackets or money laundering.”
I’m likely to end up updating late Tuesday. Unlike my last update, my current one is half done and going fairly easily.
Unfortunately, I have a presentation at a meeting tomorrow (which I’m going to practice tonight) as well as a couple different clients whose problems need my attention.
I like my job (freelance web developer/sysadmin/tech support), [...]
It felt like he’d set half the city on fire.
It wasn’t true, of course. He’d burned down a couple bars and a car dealership. Giles and Chuck had taken a restaurant and the warehouse.
They’d gotten into a rhythm after the first two buildings. Romy would fly through to make sure that nobody was inside. He [...]
“So what happened after that?” Giles said.
They sat in the kitchen table at Joe’s house, both of them holding bottles of beer.
“The guy pulled out a gun and shot me.”
Two weeks later, Joe stood in the McAllister’s living room. Chuck sat on the couch. He wore a baggy flannel shirt.
“You can’t see it,” Chuck said, “but I got shot twice. Once in the gut. The other grazed me. I had my doc sew me up.”
“How did it happen?”
The butler opened the door and showed the two of them into Hardwick House.
Stepping into the small alcove next to the door, Joe noticed that Giles had had the place redecorated since he’d last been in. All the old Victorian furniture with its intricate carvings had been replaced by modern furniture with straight lines, uncarved [...]
