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"Is it correct that those present are only: Lieutenant Georgia Whitmore and Chief Petty Officer Bori…

Back at my desk, things only got more bizarre.

"I've retrieved the plan files, sir."

"Good. Open t…

Inside the safe was a rack of thin metallic briefcases, bearing coded nameplates.

Badger, Dragon, …

The Office of Strategic Assets was responsible for a number of things: planetary deuterium stockpile…

I tapped the mute key on my terminal.

"Boris! Where's the QS-19 document safe?"

The sleepy NCO loo…

We weren't ready for the aliens, but should have been.

They first got our attention with a series o…

"Where are the time travelers?"

Excuse me?

"Where are they? Shouldn't they be crawling all over us…

Liz' thoughts were interrupted by a flash of fire and a dragon's roar.

Across the small park, a win…

Around her, the air glowed with imaginary light.

A scintillating galaxy of text, artwork, and signa…

Bundled up against the autumn chill, Liz wandered the city streets, alone with her thoughts.

Stoppi…

"This is my garden, now," explained Sarah, gesturing expansively at the tiny fenced area. "Mommy s…

"But they don't have heads!"

"As I understand it, that's voluntary."

"That's ridiculous."

"I'm te…

Liz Redmont needed a new start.

She decided this, while staring down the donut-shaped puddle at the…