Unknown Mission, Part Thirteen
Continued from Part Twelve Jirel stared down at Lieutenant Colonel Dread. The human’s stench of murder, rape, lust, theft, and deceit made portable toilets smell sweet by comparison. Dread sneered. “Sergeant Cutler, I’m issuing a warrant for the arrest of Private A. L. Snyder for being AWOL.” Jirel raised his hand. “Sir, begging your pardon,…
