Continued from Part Sixteen Jirel sat in his office, reviewing the accuracy of the quality NCOs. A knock sounded at the door. “Come in.” A private first class entered along with a bearded man in blue jeans, an open denim jacket, and a white t-shirt. “Sir, this man wanted to see you, sir.” The bearded…
Continued from Part Fifteen Snyder smiled as McGraw’s horse landed on Boardwalk. Snyder stared across the board at McGraw’s pile of cash. One blue $50 bill, 3 pink $5s, and 2 white $1s for a grand total of $67 Monopoly dollars. Boardwalk cost $400. “I think I’ll pass,” said McGraw. “You can’t pass. The rules…
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…
Continued from Part Thirteen The creep behind Snyder prodded him with the gun to a chair. “Sit down, Junior.” Snyder sat in the chair. Staying behind him, the man began to tie his hands. Snyder turned his head. That face! “You’re Captain Blackjack McGraw. I saw you on the back cover of our textbook on…
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,…
The blood rushed to Private Snyder’s head as he hung upside down with his feet shackled to a plumbing pipe. He wiggled his legs. The shackles had some flexibility. Maybe enough. He thrust himself up and grabbed the pipe with his left hand. He scrunched his body tight and reached into his shirt pocket. The…
Continued from Part Ten After dinner, Snyder returned to his quarters. He’d have to have a talk with Sarge. Cutler seemed to know something was up. Why didn’t he warn me? Snyder removed his suffocating dress jacket. He began to cough. What the hell? He looked up at the ceiling vent. Gas was streaming in….
Continued from Part Nine Snyder stood in Dread’s office. Dread, sat behind his desk smiling wide. “Snyder, take a look, I brought some stills.” He placed a holocube on the desk and pressed a button to go through the images inside the basketball-sized device. “This is me with the Steward . . . This is…
Jirel sat in his office. Snyder rushed in grinning like the Cheshire cat. “Sarge, I got the goods on Ivan.” Jirel smiled. “Well done!” “Thanks. I handed the information over to Dread, and as a reward, he’s sending me out for six weeks of Wilderness training.” Dread is up to something. “Snyder-” The Spirit checked…
Continued from Part Seven Snyder sat at his cube. He took a drink of coffee. Okay, I can hack into the QA system and delete observations of situations where I look the other way at Christian messages, but if I am stealing information from one of the sergeants, I’m going to get caught. I need…