Continued from Part Two Jirel walked through the casino. In the vast sea of humanity, it could take hours to find Snyder. “Jirel!” Cutler turned. A seven foot tall police officer with golden hair approached. Wait, that wasn’t a policeman. He knew the Most High would call in the big guns, but not this big….
Continued from Part One Acting Corporal A.L. Snyder stared at the growing pile of chips in front of his girl-friend as put she $5,000 on 00 at roulette. The wheel spun and landed. The dealer shouted, “Number 17. Black.” Snyder tugged on Amanda’s arm. “Ex-cuse me, Captain Greywolf. Important mat-ters to discuss.” Amanda growled, “Not…
Continued from Deadly Sins “How do you want to play it? My gen-eral policy is to kill only in self-defense, but, in this case, I can make an exception. I can take her down from two hundred paces and be gone before anyone is the wiser.” Jirel leaned back in the passenger seat, away from…
Continued from Part Seventeen Jirel sat at the writing desk in his quarters. A voice came from the HV window behind him. “Meet me at the Wild Acres Casino in Vegas in forty-five. I’ll be out front in a Coke Delivery van.” “McGraw? Is that you?” “Quiet, fool. If you care about Snyder, meet me…
Continued from Part Sixteen Snyder stared at the seventeen-year-old private seated across the conference table from him. He slid a report across the desk. “Care to explain this, Mardman?” Mardman peered down at the Iboard. “Looks like my performance ranking.” “It looks like garbage. You were playing Helicopter Commando so vigorously, you let this report…
Continued from Part Fifteen On Monday, he sat back at his desk. Dread had pulled the plug on Emergency Ops after screaming like a crazy man about the department’s budget. Snyder stared at the boring screen, trying to think of something to do between false alarms. Amanda stood at his desk, “Snyder, come with me.”…
Continued from Part Fourteen’ Snyder sat on the double bed. From the HV window, Zircon Defoe fired a round of machine guns into the criminals and laughed. “A whole lot cheaper than court.” Snyder leaned back. Darn right. Amanda came out of the bathroom. “Hey, let’s hit the casino again.” Snyder yawned. “Maybe we could…
Continued for Part Thirteen “Care for some wine?” Jirel shoved away the glass Zorba had extended to him. The best that this earth had to offer was undrinkable compared to what they had tasted. “How can you drink that?” Zorba rolled her eyes. “Your loving God doesn’t serve Martinis in Hell.” A grotesque mockery of…
Continued from Part Twelve Snyder snorted. “Don’t worry, Snyder, I’m on a hot streak.” Uh, yeah. He tugged on Amanda’s arm. “Come on, let’s go to the roulette table.” Amanda wiped some sweat from her brow. “I’m about to make it back.” “We’ll make it back playing roulette.” “Very well!” She picked up her chips…
Continued from Part Eleven Two weekends later, Snyder sat on the bed in Amanda’s hotel room. Amanda put her hands on her black jeans. “So, what do you have to beat the house?” Snyder pointed at his head. Amanda blinked. “What?” “I’m wearing a wig.” “Looks like your hair to me.” “That means I did…