<– Chapter 11 / Chapter 13 –> This is what it feels like to be dead. This grimness, this sense of carrying on despite the lack of will, this parched aching like he’s been punched in the gut one time too many to actually register real pain. There is pain, certainly, when he thinks about [...]
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<– Chapter 10 / Chapter 12 –> The lift doors part on Omicron and Ray, with his back against the control panel just inside, counts to three before lunging out into the corridor. He crouches to keep his profile low, sweeps an arc with his pistol, sighting for targets, for trouble. And there’s definitely [...]
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<– Chapter 10 / Chapter 11 –> If he would bother to take the main lift up to the obs platform on a daily basis, Ray could see the shimmering orb that was New Holyoke expanding like an explosion of blue at which Paraclete aimed as though it was a gnarled and criminally un-aerodynamic spear. [...]
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<– Chapter 8 / Chapter 10 –> The place is called the Front Office Bar, one of those themed deals, where the waitstaff and bartenders dress like sporting referees and the floor is sectioned off into quadrants to simulate basketball courts, a baseball infield, the fifty yard line of a domed stadium and a [...]
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<– Chapter 7 / Chapter 9 –> The event that at some point in the night came to be called Operation Boogey Man (alternately, Operation Booger Man, Booty Man, Boogie Down Man) does not begin as smoothly as Ray would have liked. In the morning, with the three of them still scrubbing sleep out [...]
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<– Chapter 6 / Chapter 8 –> So here’s this motherfucker, Bobby Diggs. He’s a wiry, thin-as-a-stick black man with an immense afro and eyes so wide and white they must glow in the dark. Ray keeps looking at him and thinking that there’s no way he can have been a Marine at any time [...]
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<– Chapter 5 / Chapter 7 –> Given the change in his operating status, Ray knows it’s time to contact his superiors and file one of the dreaded progress reports upon which bureaucracies thrive. Doing this always constitutes a big, throbbing pain in his ass. As a Marine, he once thought he’d learned everything he [...]
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<– Chapter 4, pt. 2 / Chapter 6 –> So now he’s puttering, which is the equivalent of some fallen angel, headlong skydive from Grace as far as Ray is concerned. When he was recruited into the CIU, he was a battle weary, wide-eyed, five by five sort of combat veteran. He stomped through his [...]
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Continuation of a long Chapter 4. Part 1 can be found here. — Ed. <– Chapter 4, pt. 1 / Chapter 5 –> Ray tells the rest, realizing at some point that his voice has become thin, strained. He sounds like a man on the verge of shrieking. “We located Brezhnaya’s camels tethered in their [...]
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Long chapter, so we’re going to break this one up — Ed. <– Chapter 3 / Chapter 4, pt. 2 –> It takes Ray and Nomar a few minutes to get to Sub-Deck Omicron. It is decidedly out of the way of normal pedestrian traffic, down in the bowels of the ship where passengers aren’t [...]
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