Robert got out of bed, heavy and sore as he limped to pick it up. At first he heard only the buzz of a radio in the distance. “Hello?” “Congratulations,” said Walker Marsh. “You choose a very fine means to dispose of your opponent. A very thorough job, sir.” “Go to hell.” Walker cleared his throa...
Except they weren’t clouds at all but buckled up metal covered in windshield glass. He heard shouting. Black smoke blew into his face and made him cough. The door shuddered next to him as someone struggled to pull it open. Hands reached inside and pulled him away from the Skylark as the hood caug...