He claimed he had meant to fire a “warning shot.” I then explained to the private why I was taking apart his weapon and throwing each part individually into the woods.
Chapter Eight: Further Breaking of the Broken
“Why am I tied to this chair?” I asked suddenly, as my mind managed to fathom that this was not something friends to do each other, especially when one of them has a power drill.
Chapter Seven: Captain Hammershark and the Son-of-a-Bitch Squad
“Sorry. That was supposed to be a warning shot.”
Chapter Six: Coursing with the Devil’s Blood
“The mind becomes quite absorbent while under the influence. At least, it’s supposed to. The version of the serum you’ve got seems to be more likely to cause massive diarrhea than anything else.”
Chapter Five: Neck Wounds Aren’t Sexy
I get so poetic when I’m being chased by helicopters.
Chapter Three: You Guys Aren’t Really Aspiring Restaurateurs, Are You?
There was no way that viral hedgehog was barfing his way in here this morning. No way. Not with 15 minutes of sleep and two buckets of espresso churning through my bloodstream. Or wherever ingested fluids go.
Chapter Two: Impossible and Stupid
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