Farewell Jirel, Part Two
Continued from Part One Acting Corporal A.L. Snyder stared at the growing pile of chips in front of his girl-friend as put she $5,000 on 00 at roulette. The wheel spun and landed. The dealer shouted, “Number 17. Black.” Snyder tugged on Amanda’s arm. “Ex-cuse me, Captain Greywolf. Important mat-ters to discuss.” Amanda growled, “Not…
