Month: August 2018

Cassandra’s gun swept wide arcs through the dark corridors. “An entire research complex. Scary to think this was covered by just one bomb.” “It probably ate all the oxygen out of the air,” I said, following after her. “Or turned the air hot enough to burn everything else. I remember reading about a weapon that … Read moreGale Rising (Chapter 42)

Cassandra’s shotgun was a gleaming black; military, polished, well oiled. Spoke of advanced contracts with defence companies that had fled America in the intervening years, as markets that needed more advanced support opened up in other countries. I couldn’t even recognize the model, and I’d gone through the same recognition courses as every other D-ranker. … Read moreGale Rising (Chapter 41)