Dawn of Vengence - Ch 2 - You Had Better Be Running
Nonsense, the other part put in, you are an espionage agent and she has drugged you. marcel shook his head to clear it.
The Item, For Sale
"the applications for this ability--everything from party games to espionage--are practically inexhaustible.
Exotic Tentacle Dance 1
That's corporate espionage." "oh fuck off with that," she snaps, passing him. "this isn't high school, you know. you don't have to be the big man on campus when we're in a recessive economy and a troubled market. "blah blah, fancy words," he says.
Fallen Angels, Part one (Prologue)
Soon the two detectives find themselves tangled up in a web of international espionage, bad coffee, and a girl with unusual powers. this story is the direct sequel to "havana or hell" (but new readers can jump on board here.) taiz, yemen.
Ground Zero - Part 1
In espionage circles it was called the 'gunslinger's walk' because it matched that of the cowboys in the old hollywood westerns when they were closing in for a shootout, with their right paw always beside their gun in case they had to draw suddenly.
Operation Midnight Sun Prologue - Collaboration!
Operation Midnight Sun Prologue * * * (This story is not sexually explicit; however, it's not recommended for children. Adult themes, foul language, violence, and other inappropriate material may be present throughout, so read at your own...
Cry Me a Murder (part nine): The other side of Zero
_Terminated?_ I was one grade away from being targeted for termination by the MI-16. I had already killed three MI-16 agents, and if the MI-16 decided I was to blame for the death of Jack Tell, they would come screaming at me, like a battalion of...
Cry Me a Murder (part eight): Mother Knows Beast
The corpse of Mr. Tejon -soon to be buried under his official name of Ted Jones, was all over the kitchen floor. Like agent Phelps before him, Ted Jones had been torn to shreds. Deep claw marks ran from his torn throat to his open abdomen that was now...
Cry Me a Murder (part seven): Only a Scream Away.
Hotel Kisanti was without electricity. The lights were out, the whooshing of the ceiling fans slowed and rattled like the exhale of a dying man. The industrial freezers thawed, endangering the shelf-lives of a thousand dollars' worth of ice cream. The...
Breakout - 2019 Furthemore Flash Fiction Winner
It had been a rough two days for me, and I certainly wasn't in the greatest of moods. It was no wonder I kicked the lion guard harder than I needed to in the back of the head. It had been far too easy to get my paws free of those ropes holding me to...
Cry Me a Murder (part six): I Won't be Calling Home, mother - I'm Dead.
"Dude, I'm in trouble." I hesitated contacting inspector Quinn, because I knew he would blow a fuse if I told him about Archie Phelps, and in particular about my involvement in his demise by demon. So I postponed the call until ten thirty, when I knew...
Cry Me a Murder (part five): Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Demon
The circumstances leading to the death of Jack Tell was the subject of excited conversation and idle speculation around the breakfast buffet. I soon got the impression, he was not well-liked among the other hotel guests and staff. Slater described him...