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Netherworld 2: Fragments

By Dave Eber

A line of a dozen prisoners, their upper bodies encased in blackout sacks were led out to the middle of the cavern by their guards, and then abandoned. Looking down on them from a ridge, Colonel Richtmeyer made a gesture, and the confining sacks were suddenly released. The prisoners shrugged out of the heavy black bags and then looked around them, gaping. They were in a wide, high-ceilinged cavern beneath a wide stone ridge. There was a pair of sealed Curboatite crates, 10 feet wide and high, on the other end of the cavern. At their feet was a line of new, fully loaded Buro Blue Spear automatic rifles. Richtmeyer, flanked by a unit of TacOps troopers, looked down on the bewildered prisoners and spoke.

Netherworld 2: Back Through the Portals

By Dave Eber


Deep within the heart of the Biomass Reprocessing Center, Dr. Ally Matthews activated a com screen. It was the only one she knew was secure. It hummed slowly to life, casting an electric blue glow in the dimly lit room.

"Report, Dr. Matthews." As always, the voice sent a momentary shudder down her spine.

"Everything is proceeding according to schedule. The information you provided was accurate, and the test runs of the prototype conversion drones proved successful. The first wave is now active. Boatman himself will be arriving soon to oversee the implementation of stage one of their deployment."

Big Trouble in Ancient China

By Stefan Vincent


I do not understand what is happening to me. Each day the pain in my head grows more intense. Always the cold slab awaits me in the morning, and always the bright lights, the strange sounds, and the pain. I think I remember a time before the cage and the pain, a time of trees and bright sunshine, but I cannot be sure.

The hairless ones jabber and squawk at me, so much that I almost think they are trying to communicate. They bring me food, but they also bring me to the slab. I do not know what they want.

I long to see my mate again, but fear I will not.

Year of the Dragon

By Stefan Vincent

Ancient China: Lo-yang, Imperial City

Fo Shen arrived early at the Hall of Brilliance, as was his habit when reporting to Gao Zhang. To his surprise and consternation, Gao Zhang was already in the Hall, pacing and speaking angrily to himself. Fo Shen checked his stride and stopped just inside the doorway—an angry Gao Zhang was not someone to be near if you valued your continued existence.

“The Guiding Hand are moving already. How did they know of Harvest of Jade’s condition so soon? And how did they see through our ruse so quickly?” said Gao to himself. Turning, he noticed Fo Shen. “Tell me, Fo Shen, is there anyone else we should be concerned about? Do the Architects also move against us?” Gao’s voice sent ice down Fo Shen’s spine. The report he had been about to make would not have gone over well in the best of circumstances, and these could hardly be worse.

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