All around the A&T Diner was a din of loud conversations and silverware running against cheap china. Every few minutes one of the men in a paper hat’s voice would cut through it all with a simple “Order up” and another plate would smack against the metal counter. One by one the waitresses, all of them past their golden years, would file behind the coffee bar filled with faces they no doubt saw every day to check the ticket pinned down by the plate of two eggs sunny-side up with hash browns. Rosaline freed the chit and gave it a once over as the man in the paper hat slid a second plate with French toast and bacon in front of her. “Frank, I need a side of sausage...Read More
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Capin leaned his back against the cool cement of the Sandland Steel shipping warehouse. He winced as the weight of his body settled against at least one cracked rib, and he slipped his hand inside his coat. Not so far off the bedlam of sirens and news helicopters echoed an odd syncopation with his throbbing skull. It hurt to sigh, but he did it anyway.
“Are you alright?” As a medical doctor, Corin was rather versed in looking past a tough exterior that pretended it didn’t hurt. “I can take a look if-”
The Dapper Detective felt Enry tense up, tightening his support on Capin’s wounds. As the endorphins kicked in the adrenaline started pumping a little more. Enry was ready to hit somebody.”You have got to be joking.”
“What?” he replied, a bit taken aback...Read More
Corin took a deep breath, I can’t believe that actually worked, he thought to himself. He picked himself up off the deck of the yacht, “Boy I hope whoever this is that Wolf needed to rescue is worth it.” Corin started to look around at his present situation. Each passing moment, the yacht they were on was sinking further and further into the harbor.
His first instincts told him that he should look for people who could be trapped on board. His legs were still rubber, as the Mid-Night Man walked the deck of the yacht. Suddenly the boat jerked violently as more of the yacht sank beneath the surface of the harbor, the shake of the boat caused the Starlight Sleuth’s tenuous grip on his balance to completely falter, sending him back to one knee.
As he was attempting to gather himself, two ...Read More
The morning dawned gray and dingy. Low-lying clouds blocked out the majority of the sun, cloaking the city in a blanket of shadows. The nights seemed to be getting increasingly longer, and it was by no means the result of the changing of the seasons. They were barely breaking even out there and the effort was beginning to wear on Aaron. Not so much physically, but mentally. They needed an edge, but with each of them going in their own direction, despite the loose-knit confederation they had established, they just couldn’t manage to get that one step ahead. Maybe it was time to call in a few markers…
Aaron pressed the intercom, “Susan, could you put a call through to Rex Midas for me?”
The com-link emergency beacon screamed in his ear with the equivalent of the cry of a thousand eagles...Read More
The wind was unusually strong as the tuxedo clad man leapt from the train and hit the ground with an almost silent thud. Enry draped around him, leaving only those white eyes peering out of the darkness. A fog horn carried over head, an echo riding in the wind. The waterfront was generally a brisk place. The lines of warehouses acted like wind tunnels with the breeze off the lake. On a good day, it might be enough to knock a man off his feet. A few moments and another one passed by.”Welcome to the Garrison City docks,” he said to himself softly, “twenty-four hour service.”
Sticking to the ground, Capin made his way toward pier 42. A large cargo ship had pulled up alongside it. Aside from a handful of men heading up the gangplank the scene was rather quiet. He moved in for a closer look...Read More
It had been like this for god knows how long. The cowl peeled itself back from his face and Capin rested his skull back against the cool steel work high above Garrison city. The lofty breeze halfheartedly worked to push off. His eyes closed, and he let a soft sigh get lost into the wind. Somewhere down below the sounds of sirens echoed down the streets, bouncing their way up the buildings until they were a faint whisper in one of his ears.
His eyelids peeled back open when the dispatcher starting calling all available units to the latest break out between two gangs through the transmitter in his other ear with less than a whisper. He heard all the words but none of them sank in. They were barely treading water. Every night the city burned hotter and darker and longer...Read More
Capin hunched over the lip of the building. He could feel the cape anchoring into the brick around him. A brightness to rival the sun fell against his face, but it gave no heat. No warmth. But that was the Golden Strip, a glowing black hole. Down below him it seemed hundreds of people passed each other heading out of one casino and into the next, some walking away with some sense of vindication, most simply depositing paychecks. Even at this hour, the traffic barely slowed. Churches would kill to see the kind of foot traffic on a Sunday that one casino on the strip saw on Tuesday at 3:30 in the morning.
The Geisha Palace was no different in any of those respects. Sweaty chips changing hands, the heavy smell of alcohol blown on a pair of dice, they were all the same...Read More
Ryu set the empty flute down, smacking his lips. He slipped his fingers between a few of the remaining full glasses abandoned by their waitress. A quick glance around the room found Eddy nowhere to be seen. Doesn’t even say goodbye. Typical. No doubt when the smoke cleared he vacated the premises and was now throwing himself into work. It wasn’t healthy, and Kardiac knew it, but of course there was no talking to that man. Shaking his head, Ryu started weaving his way back through toward the woman with the tight jet black bun.
“Can you believe that, Kaye?” He held three of the bubbling flutes forward. Both ladies took one. “I take a bullet and still get left out of the grandstanding. And by my own special lady friend.”
“You’re an urban legend, love,” she smiled, raising her glass slightly ...Read More
In the movies, when a group of terrorists integrates into a large group of people in order to relieve them of their valuables en masse, take hostages, rob a bank, or any of a number of sundry activities such groups are prone to, they fire off half a clip into the air. There is general pandemonium for a few moments before the gun-toting rabble assure the crowd that ‘no one will be hurt.’ As long as everyone stays calm and follows their every direction, that is. In real life, the general population does not follow instructions from a director – much less a group of armed individuals. Those few, who weren’t paralyzed by fear, were running in every direction for the nearest exit. In those instances, object lessons are usually required.
Aaron’s heightened sense of hearing picked out Alexandra...Read More
Corin rang the doorbell to Jamie’s apartment. He hated it that his uncle would drag him off to these things, and he hated it even more that he had to drag Jamie along this time. As the door opened however, his attitude changed drastically. Jamie stood in the doorway wearing a smoke gray, floor length, satin gown slit up to her mid thigh. The top of the dress hung off only her right shoulder. Her blond hair was curled to perfection and bunched around the top of her head. Corin’s mouth dropped slightly as he looked at his best friend. Jamie smiled devilishly as she put her hand on the bottom of his chin and closed his mouth. “Easy tiger, don’t have a heart attack.” She purred as she took the bouquet he had bought for her.
“You look….,” Corin stammered on his words,”amazing.”
“You d...Read More