“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.”
Continue reading 1953: Part 7 →
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 would break through the door and spray the inside with trails of the flamethrower’s fuel. It didn’t take much to start it burning after that.
Continue reading 1953: Part 6 →
He woke knowing that he had just drowned in the North Sea in full armor. He couldn’t pull it off before sinking. Half naked in the darkness, he had kicked and pushed. But had he really been swimming upwards? He couldn’t tell.
Gasping for air, his mouth filled with water.
Bolting awake, at first not realizing where he was, he took a breath.
Continue reading 1953: Part 2 →
Putting the suit on and checking the systems took a good ten minutes as usual. I ran down a tunnel to the exit in the middle of the forest in Veterans’ Memorial Park. It felt good to be in the full suit. The last time had to have been when I’d bugged Magnus’ house in Chicago — almost a month ago now.
The doors opened above me and I jumped, making it a good twenty feet before the rockets kicked in and took me the rest of the way into the sky. The trees went past in a blur of branches. I found myself looking down on the city lights almost before I realized it.
Continue reading In the Public Eye: Part 30 →
The scene shifts and we get to see a couple characters that haven’t appeared for a while–plus the odd costumed menace.
Continue reading In the Public Eye: Part 19 →
To judge from length alone, this probably should have been two posts. Unfortunately, it didn’t have a convenient end point in the middle.
Continue reading From the Past: Part 5 →
I spent far too much of my time preventing my cat from taking a nap on my laptop while writing this.
As in on the keyboard. While I’m typing. What’s up with that?
Continue reading From the Past: Part 4 →