Project ROWDY 2-27C

Sunlight sheared through the skylights like it had somewhere to be, adding even more light to the already fluorescently bright mall that was the Towne Center. Everything was shining; tile, clothes, and smiles too. A huge mall in Virginia only about a hundred miles from the Pentagon, it was the kind of place people came…

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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…

The GDA mailroom this last month was hell on earth. Well, it smelled like a perfume store had a seizure and died, so close enough. Stacks of letters bled cheap floral scent into the air, enough that Brick could pick up the smell through like three different walls. Mountains of the stuff were just everywhere,…

Flying. Not just flying, but flying with nowhere to be, nowhere to fight, no one chasing them. Just speed, sky, and a whole goddamn country stretched out beneath them. They didn’t zoom, boom, or bring doom. Yet. Brick was out front, as always, but this time he wasn’t pushing. He wasn’t screaming at them to…