CYchopath
Lights out. You’re hoping you’re the only one here with military-grade opticals. Unlikely; hence the freezer virus. Your boots barely squeak as you sprint down the sterile corridor, dashing in...
4 July 2015
Lights out. You’re hoping you’re the only one here with military-grade opticals. Unlikely; hence the freezer virus. Your boots barely squeak as you sprint down the sterile corridor, dashing in...
The master caution alarm blared. Michaela’s eyes ran across the cracked panoramic screen, the schematic blinking: hydraulic fluid leak in the right leg actuator, 5.7mm gun damaged… not good. And...
“Are you sure you want to do that?” Michael blurted out to himself. It wasn’t a question but he knew it was always wise to word complaints and protests in...