He Smirked, Called Me “The Family’s IT Girl,”

ugly before it makes them obvious.

The team leader barked, “Hands.”

The third operator moved.

Fast.

Not for a gun.

For the disruption collar under Greg’s truck.

The Part That Went Loud

The blast wasn’t huge. More a hard metal cough than a fireball. Enough to shred the relay, punch dirt into the air, and throw everybody nearby backward.

I hit the curb with continue reading …