“Finally!” Miles Winslow said, when John Lydia came out of the side exit of the building with his security entourage. Other members of the security team stood flanking Miles, silent and impassive. He gestured at them. “These damned trained apes won’t let me into the car!” Continue reading “Rewarding Loyalty (0.4)”
The distinctive triangular tower that was the Calvary Crossing headquarters of Lydia International had been designed because the lower four stories of the seventeen-story building backed against other buildings in the Lydia International complex of the very crowded harbor district of the city. Continue reading “An Independent Actor (0.3)”
The motorcade rumbled to a stop near the peak of one of the arcing spans of the bay bridge. Eight lanes wide and spanning two miles, it along with the rail bridge that ran a parallel course was the lifeline that connected Calvary Crossing to the mainland and allowed the island that had been a haven for pirates, a naval base, and then a playground for the idle rich to grow into a functioning industrial port city. Continue reading “The Uses and Purposes of Power (0.2)”
In many worlds, the star never fell screaming from the heavens once, let alone three times.
In these worlds, there is no Falling Star Bay, east of the mighty Chesapeake and south of the Delaware, and smaller than both but no less important in the scheme of things. In your world, perhaps, there is no such state in the union as Hamilton. Continue reading “If The Star Never Fell (0.1)”