Continued from Part One Colonel Deshaun Morgan placed a vid call to the desk of the private the Boise PD told him to call regarding the death cult. Good thing he hadn’t stopped with those no-help IBI clowns. The call rang five times. The holo-window blinked and display-ed a twenty-year-old blond private in dress uniform,…
Continued from Zero Private A.L. Snyder burst out the door of the day school carrying an Asian little girl. An explosion knocked him to the ground. The child slipped from his grasp and landed a few feet ahead of him. A dark brown hand grabbed his. Mama said, “Get up, boy.” Snyder stood. The fire…
Continued from Part Six Snyder settled into the breakfast cove with Mama Borden and two steaming hot mugs of peppermint tea. Mama Borden picked the lint off her genuine African mud cloth caftan. “I don’t know why you hang around with that Chico.” “He’s my best friend.” “Every time I see him, he’s with a…
Continued from Part Eleven The next morning, Captain Welch stood in the Seattle chief of police’s office with his seated boss. “We’ve got a vigilante on the loose, sir.” Captain Welch handed the chief a picture of the drug dealer’s injuries. “This is the shape the hospital found an ex-con in. I warned you something…
Continued from Part Five Three hours later, Snyder sat at thegray plastic table inside the airport security office’s interrogation room. Across from him, the twenty-some-thing IBI bureaucrat who’d introduced himself as Agent Carroll said, “Private, I guess that’s the last question.” Snyder sneered. “You sure? You didn’t ask my underwear size.” Carroll scowled. “Watch the…
Continued from Part Four The flight attendant lunged. Snyder kicked him in the stomach and delivered an upper cut to the jaw that sent him sprawl-ing. The flight attendant gasped. “How did you know?” “Your thumb ring had the same em-blem as the psycho air marshal’s wallet and that lady’s purse.” The flight attendant laughed….
Continued from Part Three Snyder opened his eyes. His saluting elbow had landed in his seatmate’s face. The middle-aged business man sitting next to Snyder said, “I’ve heard you guys could do your job in your sleep, but this is ridiculous.” Snyder put his arm down. “Excuse me.” He got up and slipped into the…
Continued from Part Two Snyder located his gate. His row was called, and he made his way to his seat on the massive 747. He found his seat near the back of the plane. He settled in, pulled a holobook out of his carryon bag and resumed reading The Count of Monte Christo. Five pages…
Continued from Part One Snyder stood outside the airport ter-minal. He waited through two rings. Father Bernard’s voice came on. “Hello, Snyder.” “I had a successful meeting.” “And I assume their friends will be interested.” “Oh, they’re gonna have an Empire-ware party.” Snyder paused. “Father, on another matter, I was hoping I’d get to see…
“Open up!” Private First Class A.L. Snyder stood with his gun drawn outside a townhome in San Diego’s suburbs. He waited thirty seconds and kicked the door in. “Freeze! Face down on the ground! Now!” The young Latino couple seated in the living room rushed to obey. The redheaded kilted marriage counselor, from the looks…