Chapter 2: A Slip on Holy Ground
The wind whipped through the perimeter shack, rattling the loose panes in the window. My breath plumed in front of me, stinging my nose. I [more…]
The wind whipped through the perimeter shack, rattling the loose panes in the window. My breath plumed in front of me, stinging my nose. I [more…]
Part 1 Seth Albright spat those words onto the frozen mud outside my cabin door, his face rigid with cold fury. I had arrived at [more…]
It was 7:15 AM the next morning. I sat alone at my kitchen island, the brass key, now a permanent weight around my neck, resting [more…]
The sun began to paint the Michigan pines with streaks of rose and gold. The house was finally quiet, the syndicate enforcers having departed after [more…]
With Marcus and Croft removed, a strange quiet descended upon The Anchorage. The syndicate enforcers began to pack up their gear, their mission accomplished. Auditor [more…]
The vault chamber was silent, the air thick with the metallic tang of reinforced steel. The only sound was Marcus’s ragged breathing and the faint [more…]
The silence in the vault stretched, thick and heavy. Marcus’s confession hung in the air, undeniable. He sat slumped at the desk, broken, his ambition [more…]
The restoration of oxygen brought a wave of relief, quickly replaced by a surge of adrenaline. Marcus’s attempt to suffocate everyone had failed, thanks to [more…]
The air grew heavy, thick with desperation. The oxygen readout on the panel continued its relentless descent: 45%, 40%. Hicks and Sikes were trapped below, [more…]
Croft’s confession shattered Marcus’s carefully constructed world. He looked like a cornered animal, his eyes wide, darting between the faces around the table. The calm, [more…]