Project ROWDY 2-20B

Too smooth for something moving this fast, Donny Ferguson couldn’t help it as he shifted his weight from foot to foot in the high-speed elevator.  He couldn’t help it, all the static under the skin lately making it hard to ease up like he normally did when he was around this much cool and high-powered…

Brick clocked the cameras first. Sixteen easy ones—two in every corner, a couple tucked in vent slits, ceiling panel seams. X-ray vision wasn’t required to feel the rest watching. The whole place buzzed with the kind of sterilized tension that tried to pretend it wasn’t afraid of them. Like covering a bomb in white tile…

January 2023 – Month 8 Brick banked over the Jackfish River, boots cutting contrails no one on the frozen ground would hear until the sonic tails had already drifted into ragged clouds. Canada faded behind them, the Alberta villain already cuffed and en route to a snow-white GDA holding cell that smelled like antifreeze. Clean…

The hallway knew better than to argue with his footsteps. Twenty years of walking these corridors had taught the base to get out of his way; sensors recognizing the particular rhythm of a man who’d outlasted four different administrations and twenty times as many world-ending threats. Zulu wing air tasted different—colder, carrying that metallic bite…

The GDA’s rec lounge was the aggressive beige of something that could only be explicitly government-approved; designed by committee till the point someone clearly just gave up and picked the least offensive shade they had to choose from.  Brick couldn’t exactly hate on them for that, especially when they had gone to the effort of…

Inside the dorms, the lights were still down, but Boomer shot up like someone had yanked a cord in his spine. His breath hitched in his chest, despite his lack of need to breathe at all, shirt stuck to his skin like he’d been dunked in something. Sweat was thick in his hair, hot and…