“Two Eyeballs and a Gun” – Part 5

The cafe still smelled like coffee, but now a metallic undercurrent of blood lurked below. The staff and customers had all been cleared out, some of them being interviewed by DSA agents outside. Khaki Suit’s body lay where it had fallen, a medical examiner crouched over it. Moreen was standing over the examiner, arms crossedContinue reading ““Two Eyeballs and a Gun” – Part 5″

“Two Eyeballs and a Gun” – Part 4

“You’re not going to suit up?” Dave asked as the car pulled up behind the cafe. He wore his White Knight suit, the mask not completely covering the bandage on his nose, unfortunately. Lightblade had changed out of his flannel shirt and into his costume, which Dave didn’t envy. The spandex was a weird mixContinue reading ““Two Eyeballs and a Gun” – Part 4″

“Two Eyeballs and a Gun” – Part 3

“His name is Hong-Jae Chun,” Val said. “Born in Japan. Ethnically Korean. Started working as a freelance assassin in ‘87, hits all across Europe and Asia. As of four years ago, he’s been working exclusively for the Kuroda Syndicate. They must be paying him a small fortune.” Val looked over the small group assembled inContinue reading ““Two Eyeballs and a Gun” – Part 3″

“Two Eyeballs and a Gun” – Part 2

“You’re going to Seattle.” Dave took the news better than Moreen, who groaned loudly. “We’re taking her deal?” she asked. “We’re taking her deal,” their supervisor, Walter, confirmed. They were sitting in front of his desk, which was a mess of overstuffed files, loose papers, and stapled reports. Walter Franke was a beefy, middle-aged formerContinue reading ““Two Eyeballs and a Gun” – Part 2″

“Two Eyeballs and a Gun” – Part 1

Dave stared at the blinking cursor on his computer screen, which had been in the same spot for several minutes. Incident reports were never fun to write, but this one took the prize for being the worst. He tried to think of a way to type “Then I threw a plastic tiara at the suspect”Continue reading ““Two Eyeballs and a Gun” – Part 1″

“Tick, Tick, Boom!” – Epilogue

Jean-Baptiste Dupree spent maybe half an hour in the car. Eddy had on a radio station that played rock from the 50s and 60s, and he didn’t talk. JB had thought the Black Valentine talked too much, but now he wished she was there to fill the silence. When Eddy stopped the car, he gotContinue reading ““Tick, Tick, Boom!” – Epilogue”

“Tick, Tick, Boom!” – Part 8

The back of Dave’s skull felt like a cash register that had been smashed open with a crowbar. He put a hand to his head, groaning, and tried to get his bearings. His eyes were closed. Why were his eyes closed? Well, that was easy enough to fix. He opened them and saw a holeContinue reading ““Tick, Tick, Boom!” – Part 8″

“Tick, Tick, Boom!” – Part 7

Val sprinted up the stairs. She’d gotten a stitch in her side on the fourth floor and was still climbing. Why was this building so big? What did a courthouse need besides a few courtrooms, some private offices to bribe people inside, and maybe a food court? What exactly was on all of these floors?Continue reading ““Tick, Tick, Boom!” – Part 7″

“Tick, Tick, Boom!” – Part 6

Agent Moreen Lee rushed up the stairwell after Dave, her breaths short and quick. She didn’t like trailing behind him, but there was something to be said for having a bulletproof human shield in front of you. “This place must have ten floors.” Dave’s voice echoed off the tall, blank walls. “They could be anywhere.”Continue reading ““Tick, Tick, Boom!” – Part 6″

“Tick, Tick, Boom!” – Part 5

Dave’s gaze darted from the hostages to the exit and the gunmen in the space of a second. He had to get these people out of here. “Shit,” Moreen said, indicating she’d gotten the message, too. The jerk with the mohawk thinks his boss won’t set them off now that they’ve gotten the Prophet Kid,Continue reading ““Tick, Tick, Boom!” – Part 5″