Another Successful Op

by Adam I. Bolenbaugh, (c) 1998 October 25, 1985: Rural LA, 7:49 P.M. I look over at Vick. He’s busy dunking a donut in my coffee, his gun lying in his lap like a coiled snake. I cough. This car is getting cramped. Why the hell have we been staking this place out anyhow? Suburba
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Main Street

By Shane Ivey, (c) 1998 “GET OFF THE STREET, YOU NAZI BASTARDS!” The woman shouted it through a bullhorn so her words rang across the street, jarring even over the din of hundreds of other screaming protestors, over the shouted orders of mounted police officers, and over t
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Faith

By Randall Orndorff, (c) 2000 Broken glass bit into my knees and I tried to keep my balance. My hands were bound behind my back with a simple plastic strip, like the kind electricians use to keep bundles of wire together, only this seemed thicker, tougher. Duct tape covered my mouth,
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An Item of Mutual Interest

By Adam Scott Glancy, (c) 1997 Adam: I have attached here an item of mutual interest. This photocopied document turned up in the hands of an acquaintance of mine two days ago. He claims to have no idea where the photocopy came from or who delivered it. The fact that someone knew to gi
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My Father’s Son

By John Tynes, (c) 1997 I’m in this dream, deep down, and there’s a baby crying. It’s a boy. The scene is murky. I assume it’s a hospital, but I’m just grafting assumptions on, limning a shadow with whitewash. It’s baffling. The boy is crying. IR
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The Miracle

By Ricardo J. Méndez, (c) 1998 Damn this season. Harry rubbed his hands together and tried not to feel the cold. Hell, if it wasn’t this darned rainy, too, it might be tolerable. Freaking weather. No wonder the plane had taken so long to get here. Just to have something to do, h
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Das Totenreich

By Jonathan Turner, (c) 1999 DIETRICH raised his face from the snow as he heard the Bolshevik tank approaching, engine revving as it crashed through the fir trees ahead and to his right. He scanned the tree-line and was rewarded with a puff of black smoke from its labouring diesel eng
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The Passage Through

By John Tynes, © 1998 ROLL INTRO SCROLL W/VOICEOVER VOICEOVER Born of the federal government’s 1928 raid on the degenerate coastal town of Innsmouth, Massachusetts, the covert agency known as Delta Green spent four decades opposing the forces of darkness with honor, but without
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