Unknown Mission, Part Fifteen
Continued from Part Fourteen Jirel pounded on Nick Verducci’s hotel room door. Jirel sniffed. The fresh stench of fornication and the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door meant Verducci would not want to receive guests. “Hey, you out there, you stupid and illiterate?” said Verducci from within. “It’s Cutler,” said Jirel. “I want a…
