PART 1: THE GHOST IN THE GYM Invisibility is a skill. For some, it’s a curse; for me, it was a tradecraft I…
The Wraith of Coronado PART 1 The smell of Coronado is specific. It’s a mix of salt spray, diesel fumes, and the sour,…
THE GHOST IN THE GREY PART 1 The asphalt of Naval Station Norfolk wasn’t just hot; it was alive, a shimmering, malevolent entity…
PART 1: The Janitor and the Ghosts of the Sky Chapter 1: The Weight of an Empty Lunchbox The wind, a…
The Rose of Pendleton: Protocol 7 PART 1: The Laughing Stock The laughter was the first thing that hit me. It wasn’t the…
PART 1: The Echo of the Blast The sun hit the courtyard like a sledgehammer. It wasn’t just heat; it was a physical…
PART 1: THE ROAD TO VENGEANCE CHAPTER 1: THE WHISPER I’ve lived in Red River Town for twenty-seven years, enough time to…
PART 1 The air in the Joint Intelligence Operations Center at Pearl Harbor smelled like stale coffee and unchecked ego. I stood…
Part 1: The Plea and the Promise Chapter 1: The Doorway of No Return The door wasn’t just heavy; it felt…
The voice, sharp as a shard of glass and laced with a disbelief that bordered on contempt, sliced through the cavernous hum of…