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He should have known better. It had been careless, following McGill into the blind alley off 52nd Street without having another set of eyes with him. But Vito Altasinno didn’t credit his quarry with an abundance of cunning. He didn’t expect the ambush. He had just turned around the corner, bringing the pistol up to…
He’d been a colonel. A crimelord. A king. A clone. Well, a bunch of clones, actually. Now what was he? Colin Frederick Neidermeyer, a gray-bearded relic gathering dust and wrinkles in the bowels of some living starship in a galaxy crawling with aliens that he had been taught from childhood to mistrust; to hate. Here,…
“Please deactivate all electronic devices as we make our final descent into Seattle, Washington,” came the female flight attendant’s voice over the jet’s public address system. Teena Fields, caught in mid-sentence in her latest dissertation on World War II battles in the Pacific Theater, sighed in disappointment. She had hoped to finish that section before…
The massive flagship burned in a decaying orbit over a green-blue gas giant, making a slow death spiral toward the crushing gravity below. Vard Bokren had imagined an end much like this. He just hadn’t expected it to come now at the hands of the little temperamental lizards that the late Zar’s loyalists had scraped…