The Chronicles of Agent M: Part IV, The End of a Beginning and the Beginning of the End
They stood on the catwalk, trapping each other in a stare that overflowed with relief, exhaustion, and suspicion. M's eyes narrowed to a slit as he slowly backed away from Jr., keeping his hand near the handle of his trusty grappling gun. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "I'm here to get you out of here. I have a safehouse 2 →
The Chronicles of Agent M: Part II, Connections Are Made
His plane arrived on time at 2:35 p.m. on Wednesday. The circles under his eyes played distant chords with his ever-increasing crow's feet, aggravating his eardrums and feeding his malnourished headache so that it had the strength of a gong half-submerged in a pool of gelatin. His watch told him that the flight had lasted 22 hours, 27 minutes. His →
The Chronicles of Agent M
The Ball had been arranged beautifully. The room spun in gilded Victorian floral carvings in the cherry blood Oak walls. The extravagently treated wood gained such a rich color in the light of the 12-foot-diameter gold plated chandeliers that it almost looked black. All seven of the chandeliers were on rotators, set to complete a full revolution once every hour to →
The Chronicles of Ms. Lanning
She sat at the far end of the bar, bathed in caramel light and the wispy thoughts of Marlboro Ultra-Lights while she sipped tediously on her raspberry long island iced-tea. She flicked the ashen phallus of her cigarette into the ashtray with an indiscriminate flick of her thumb; she never ashed on the floor. That kind of thing was left →