Written in 365 Parts: 36: Terminal Payload
It is the little details that always seem to stay in the mind the longest. The crunch of a boot on the hewn stone floor as it ground small loose…
It is the little details that always seem to stay in the mind the longest. The crunch of a boot on the hewn stone floor as it ground small loose…
There was a short pause and then the other guard suddenly found their voice. “What is it you want from us?” “I think I just covered that,” said Drick not…
Drick watched the seconds flicker past on the internal comms screen of their left eye and was about to give the prayer to take out the tank when there was…
They had spoken over a live comm on a few occasions, infrequently and with no discernible pattern except for some degree of importance or expediency. This could fall into either…
It was several hours before they could find a convenient moment to make a voice call. Sure their contact was going to be displeased but they would have to live…
They hated Central Administration, hated it almost as much as they had come to hate working at the Judiciary. Forty years of loyal, well mostly loyal, duty and for what.…
Drick took a corner in the tunnel less than 100 metres from the entrance spinning the vehicle up the wall and flipping over as it hard banked to avoid a…
Drick dropped out of the short tunnel that was the freeway underpass to sub-level seven and took the executive vehicle off the highway and over the side of the road.…
Drick piloted the executive grav vehicle deeper under the overpasses heading down to the lowest levels of Sector Six. On the monitor screens Drick was following the view of themselves…
Drick was in a long queue of parked vehicles sat outside the main headquarters of the security and traffic division of Volstron Enterprises. Drick had been idling on the edges…