Previously I don’t like using two handguns at one time. Unless you’ve got the world’s most spectacular brain, a lazy eye, and a lot of luck, it never works. You’re just putting more bullets downrange at one target. But instead of center mass you’re splitting the difference. Try throwing two snowballs at one spot. The … Continue reading The Last Assassin: Part 9 →

Previously Tethys flipped her knife into the air and Hermes caught it, her feet resting on the coffee table and him lounging across the couch. In her free hand she held an orb of water that swirled in it’s boredom. “Would you two quit it?!” Hades shouted, closing his book. “Driving me crazy with that.” … Continue reading Hyperion 2: Part 8 →

Previously “Are you sure?” Ronnie doesn’t like my plan. I don’t really like my plan either but it’s the best I’ve got. “Yes.” I smooth out the laminated building blueprint. “But also no. He’s got more security than if Fort Knox and the White House had a baby that was adopted by a Chinese nuclear … Continue reading The Last Assassin: Part 8 →

Previously I promised Kate that I would take three weeks and do some push-ups. We’re at four weeks now. Nova has taken to the dealing of death, or at least the theory of it, like a fish to water. I find myself sitting on the steps of the church in the mornings, cleaning my handguns … Continue reading The Last Assassin: Part 7 →