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Category Archives: Dailies
Twelve Years Ago
“One,” Gains whispered. Inhale. Exhale. The muzzle of his Glock glinted six inches from his face. A bead of sweat dropped into his eye. He blinked it away, watching the wall opposite him as bullets from the intersecting corridor pelted the surface.
“Two.” Inhale. Exhale. The drone of the alarm blaring from every school speaker compressed his eardrums, almost as much as the concussion of the offending gun. He turned his head to the right and made eye contact with his partner, Agent Stevens. Gains flicked two fingers. His gray-haired partner nodded.
“Three.” Gains took two giant steps into the center of the hall, turned and extended his gun back to the corner where he had been standing.
Inch. He moved a little, revealing more of the hall beyond.
Inch. Gunfire. A bullet struck the fully exposed wall next to him…only feet away.
Inch. A little more.
Gunfire. Another bullet.
Inch. The alarm. The sweat.
A man in a silver and black mask crouched near the exit. Gains sighted him down.
“When I was little,” Kaci said, “my dad would take me fishing all the time. And it didn’t matter how much I scared the fish with my noise or how many times we came back empty-handed, he always said he was proud of me. He always smiled and said he loved me.”
Winter turned to her.
“I haven’t been fishing in a long time.” A tear rolled down Kaci’s smiling face.
“Maybe you should ask him to take you again.”
Kaci shook her head. “No. I hate fishing.”
“Well, I’m sure he’s still proud of you. And I know he loves you very much.”
Kaci’s smile widened. But the tears flowed more freely. “I know.”
Winter grabbed her hand. “And the same goes for me.”
One act of violence is not enough to fulfill Xaphan’s plans. One near escape does not justify Winter’s growing gift.
There is more. She can feel it. The warnings swell within her.
He’s searching for someone. A person of promise…a person of prophecy.
And Winter must find her first.
EXCERPT OF DEVIL’S HIT LIST
Oh no, not again. I’d grappled to a helicopter before. Prayer on my lips, my body hit overdrive. Mindware took charge. Running out into the street, I shot a molecular bonding grapple at the nearest chopper’s belly, and set my winch to reeling.
I sprang up into the air.
On my way up, I shot my left-handed grapple near the top of the canopy.
The pilots had to be freaked. One couldn’t shoot at me without damaging his friend, and the other banked away from the ladies on the ground, wiggling the craft to shake me loose.
When I reached the helicopter, I released my first grapple and allowed the second to wind tight. Snug against the gunship, I gasped for breath against the rotor wash. With my right hand I drew a short sword from its scabbard in the lining of my duster. In a second I had carefully cut the hydraulic line. Fluid spurted across the windscreen like mechanical blood, the bird began to spin, and—the next step required the faith of a prophet—I released from the chopper.