Better Than Memory
Fulton braced himself for torture.
The military police kept him and Emily together in a holding cell. For furnishings they had a broken toilet and bunked metal beds. 1,256 more words
Emily was just coming down off the rush as the soldiers piled in through the door.
It wasn’t a proper stack. No one swept the room clear. Just a dozen men trying to squeeze into a confined space as quickly as possible. Then her, Fulton and that scrawny fucking weasel 421 more words
The pair disappeared off the face of the Earth.
At first Faisal couldn’t quite believe it. He flipped from the map overlay on his lens back to the monitors and from the monitors to the three-dimensional, street-level rendering of the casino district. 892 more words