Project ROWDY 2-26B

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…

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The technicolor trio that was the Trinity dropped out of the sky, each one of them taking in the defeated sigh of a ruined vista; a previously picture-perfect postcard picked to pieces. A single inhale told the oldest the air tasted wrong, thick with a heavy scent that he and all the Boys knew well…

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Twenty-six hours.  Debbie Grayson had been wearing a hole in the waiting room linoleum of the GDA medical wing for the last twenty-six hours, and Director Cecil Stedman could feel that particular headache building behind his eyes, the kind that usually followed after alien invasions or mass superhuman casualities.  Sometimes both on the same Tuesday….

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