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From The Nowhere Navy

“Ready to fire on your command, sir.”

Ortega’s eyes were locked on his tactical screen. The space between the blue dot and the green globe was closing rapidly. He entered another number and a green dot appeared. The Persistent marker closed on it.

At the point where they intersected, Ortega shouted, “Fire!” The ship shuddered slightly as the main gun gathered a ball of energy and spat it out. “Helm, come over hard 90 degrees to starboard!”

The ship turned so suddenly and violently that he was slammed sideways in his chair, his shoulder and lap restraints pressing into him.

Then the ship lurched and began spinning. A buzzer sounded in Ops and several lights on the Christmas tree flashed red. In his ear, Ortega heard: “Starboard engine automatic shutdown!” Ortega looked up at the warning lights. One of them flashing, read “Engine Overheat.”

The goddamn coolant pump…

From The Godhead Formula

From above and behind him, a terrible screech filled the air. He turned his head upwards to find its source, but handfuls of dirt sliding down the rock flew into his face, stinging his eyes. He turned away, blinking, and through teary eyes saw a massive shadow slide across the arena floor. It swept from his side of the mountain, crossing over the altar, blacking out the man chained atop it for a moment, then raced to the other wall.

The men chained there, looking up into the sky in unison, were screaming uncontrollably.

From Black Rum and Dynamite

Upstairs, he unlocked the door to his room and set the beer and his horn down on the table. He opened the doors to the patio and a soft breeze wafted in. He lit a cigarette and went to the bedroom to change his clothes.

He stopped. On his bed, laying side by side, were two death masks identical to the one that Fontana had showed him. One had a piece of paper laying under it. He picked it up carefully.

Written in blood red ink, it said: “Para la Chica.”

For the girl.