Continued from Part Four The guard came out and led Snyder back inside the stockade. “Your mother and your brother are here to see you.” Snyder handed the cigars to the guard. “Could you watch these? My mother wouldn’t like it if she saw these.” “Can I have one? I’ve always been curious what it’d…
Continued from Part Three The guard led Snyder out through the stockade’s back entrance. The sunlight felt awful salty on his wounds. A black stretch limo waited. The guard slapped on Snyder’s wrists a set of electromagnetic handcuffs. “If you travel more than a quarter of a mile, these things will provide nasty feedback.” The…
Continued from Part Two Snyder sat on his cell bunk in his gray prison uniform, with his hands clutching his rosary beads. “Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit. As it was in the beginning is now and ever shall be, world without end, amen.” He stowed the…
Continued from Part One Half an hour later, his vamp attendant returned with a Private First Class MP. Blood no longer flowed from Snyder’s nose and the swelling had gone down in his left eye. The wacko jerked on his left arm. “Your lawyer’s here to see you.” The MP said, “This way, sir.” Sir….
Electricity coursed through A.L. Snyder, who was caked in blood and dirt and covered only in the shreds of what had been his best work uniform. Dread laughed. “All you have to do is ask for it to stop.” Fat chance I’d give you that satisfaction. Dread slapped the shock fork on Snyder’s back like…
Continued from Part Sixteen Colonel Dread stood thirty feet away, gun drawn. Snyder lay the body down. That’s one way to resolve a moral dilemma. He felt her lifeless chest. “She’s dead.” Kendell put Dread in her sights. “Under the Imperial Army Conduct Reform Act, I place you under arrest for executing a prisoner.” “Wrong….
Continued from Part Fifteen They reached the hall of knives. Ken-dell turned to Rawlings. “Deactivate the booby trap. I’ll go through first.” Rawlings pressed a series of buttons by the panel. The knives retracted. “Done.” Kendell removed her recorder and flicked it on. “The prisoner deactivated the booby trap. I will go first, followed by…
Continued from Part Fourteen Snyder sat at the workstation and located files with the names of all the leaders Rawlings was going to contact and an outline of her plan. He transferred onto his poc-ket computer every relevant file besides the virus formula. “Done.” Kendell pulled an audio recorder from her pocket and recited the…
Continued from Part Thirteen Snyder tapped his chin. A slight frame like Rawlings could get through the maze of knives. Where’s Beanpole when you need him? Snyder removed his boot and pulled the acid from the false bottom. “I got an idea.” Snyder put the acid in his Colt’s barrel. He aimed for the ceiling….
Continued from Part Twelve “Two, one,” Kendell said from the grate. Dread hit the floor as the grate flew off the air duct and into the glass, shattering it. Dread and Snyder stood. Kendell came out of the air duct, smiling. She saluted. “Sergeant Kendell report-ing, sir!” Snyder set a charge on the door. Dread…