Project ROWDY 2-32B

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,…

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…

“Talk to me, old man.” Brick bit the words into his earpiece as the urban jungle blurred beneath all three of them, Team Trinity flying just fast enough not to shatter the speed of sound too many times over as they crossed the city limits. It had taken them all of five seconds to pick…

The black SUV coasted forward as aggressively as you would expect from a government car but, at the same time, far too calm. The engine was too quiet, tires too smooth, every bump on the winding drive smothered and perfectly quiet. Four different checkpoints, Brick counted one-by-one as they passed each one, each gate opening…

AUGUST 2023 The pressure of the earth itself compacted tight against his body as soil packed itself into his mouth, the taste of ash, vaporized copper and long-powdered bone stale on his tongue. The being known as Yǒng Zhé did not breathe, China’s Eternal Breaker never needing something as simple as air. His needs were…

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