Septu’s core-temperature rises as soon as he steps out of the wind. But he keeps his eyes to the ground. The trembling of his father’s hand has nothing to do with the heat and everything to do with gathering other Master-Miners every sevenday.
“Get them in the pointers, you noobs! In the pointers!”
Dunno how many times I’ve screamed that. A real bunch of gap-toothed, pants-pissing noobs they’ve given me this time. But the Risen have already taken the west Atlantic, so maybe HQ doesn’t have anybody better to give.
Royce Ree #3.
Royce now has three days to rescue 40,000 space marines, and he’s just been told that the tech he came to Baldessh for doesn’t actually exist. He also has some real problems—his co-agent’s time is running out, and somewhere, far away, traitors are plotting to start a war that will engulf the entire Universe in flames.
Royce Ree #2.
Royce’s primary mission has been abandoned in the chaos of Baldessh’s hostile takeover by a third party. Now his only objective is to get himself, and his fellow “agent” off-planet as fast as possible. Unfortunately for Royce, nobody is quite ready for him to leave just yet.
Royce Ree #1.
Imperial Agent Royce Ree needs to pull off the biggest heist the Universe has ever seen, or it’s bye-bye cushy government job, hello cleaning toilets in a dive-bar on Baga-V.
To succeed, he will need help from the last person he’d ever ask: his ex.
It was a deathbed recantation. The Astronaut lay, sunken and frail amidst his bedclothes, as they set up their equipment. There was a window on the other side of the bed, framing a portion of the nearby mountain range.
“Beautiful view you’ve got,” said the man from NASA. “Peaceful.” Remote.
Gerrard goes down on one knee to tie Junior’s shoelaces. He double, then triple-knots the things, and wonders what else she’s left deliberately undone.
“Did Mommy tell you why I wanted you to come today?” His voice is low.
The stink’s been bothering me since I stepped into the box. It’s mostly the same stink you get in all unpriv’d boxes, sweat and plastic-seal and unwash. Not my problem, really, I’m just here to mop the floors, make the foodprepper counter all cleaned up. But there’s something under the regular smell, and it’s coming from the wall.