He stood in front of the newspaper’s large glass door and read Laura’s name and title. His body hummed with the feel of her presence as he watched her sitting with her full attention to the computer screen. Bryan, old boy, all you have to do is convince her that she likes you. So why did he feel ...
Tripp stepped to the doorway of his quarters and flicked the spent cigarette. Unease crept over him. It was quiet. Too damned quiet. A voice said, “Eerie, ain’t it, Cap’n?” Tripp squinted through the dark. “That you, Private Wilson?” “Yah, sir. Good night for them VC vermin to creep up on us.” “W...