Eleven At the rendezvous “Who’s in charge here,” Charles Dotsero called out. Jean Barrett stepped forward,...

Ten North of Brickstown – 0500 Local The column of men moved quickly and quietly, but carefully.  In the red...

I figured I could teach a Vietnamese class to whoever was interested. Otherwise, I'd write an...

Nine Brickstown Gerald Lee was a hard, ruthless man.  He ran Brickstown – named for the rough-textured,...

Eight The Brookes Jean Barrett stepped out of the shuttle into the slave ship’s docking port, spun on her...

At long last, the bayonet came off. Super. Guns run out of bullets, but knives never run out of stab. I...