A DG agent is a person of many talents. Some of our more literary-minded agents have contributed these short stories, fictionalizing their own field operations into a form more suitable for public perusal.
Saturday, November 20, 2010 (After playing the Delta Green scenario “Puppet Shows and Shadow Plays” (with handouts by Graham Kinniburgh [Adam Astonbury]) with Cesar, Yamil, and Melissa from 7 p.m. to 12 a.m. Friday.) Agent Arthur Crispy and Agent Sasha Petrova spent the next several h
Saturday, November 13, 2010 (After playing the Delta Green scenario “Puppet Shows and Shadow Plays” (with handouts by Graham Kinniburgh [Adam Astonbury]) with Cesar, Yamil, and Melissa from 7 p.m. to 12 a.m. Friday.) On the morning of Friday, August 8, 1997, three special agents of th
By Stabernide, (c) 1999 “Serial killer, my ass,” cursed Bob Emerson, as he hung up the radio in his patrol car and trudged back up Black Bear Ridge, to where the bodies lay all steaming and bloody in the morning snow. Deputy Daniel TwoTrees stood in attendance; able to sta
By David Farnell, (c) 2000 Prologue: “Tiger” was originally written as an entry into the “Immortality” short story contest, at www.delta-green.com. It did not win–not surprising, as it was never really intended to be a separate story. I meant it to be the
By David Farnell, (c) 2000 “A shriek ran thro’ Eternity: And a paralytic stroke; At the birth of the Human shadow.” –Blake, The Four Zoas *** Camilla wandered through the mirrored hallways of the palace, half fascinated, half terrified. Everything had been the
By David Farnell, (c) 2000 They pulled the truck behind the mini-strip mall, rapidly donning armored vests and equipment, Maria and Danny choosing suppressed H&Ks, Derek grabbing a shotgun. “Tell me again why we gotta storm in with even less prep than last time?” Derek
By David Farnell, (c) 2000 “Pili hemo`ole, pili pa`a pono“ (“Never separated, firmly united.”) –Keali`i Reichel, “Kawaipunahele” *** The 767-300 banked above Oahu, the passengers on the left side leaning toward the windows to get a clear view
By David Farnell, (c) 2000 St. David’s was a chaos of cops and reporters, getting in the way of doctors and nurses and orderlies. Despite there possibly being an order for her arrest out, Maria shoved her way through to Ahmed’s room, trying to look like she belonged there.
By David Farnell, (c) 2000 Texas, she thought. I can’t believe I’m going back to Texas. She suppressed the urge to laugh, not wanting her drowsing seat companion, an egg-shaped businesswoman, to think she was a lunatic. Maria was still buzzing on caffeine and lack of sleep
By David Farnell, (c) 2000 The shower was very hot, making her skin numb, making her sweat and simultaneously washing that sweat away. She felt filthy; she wanted to purge. She scrubbed furiously at her skin, still feeling the tingling sensation of Collins’ touch. She cursed and