Alone With the Dead: One – Rid of Me

It was always disconcerting to wake up and find yourself killing someone. Well, it really wasn’t him doing the killing. Gryphon didn’t even know who this man was, even as he saw his fist blacken his other eye. It took him a moment, but as soon as he heard the voice — his, but not his; too deep, and with an accent even he couldn’t identify (but Taneesha had pegged as “South Side Chicago”, and he had no reason to disbelieve her) — he knew what was going on. “Come on, Frank, make me laugh! Beg forgiveness!” the late Officer Stephen Campbell shouted, grabbing his former partner by the throat and hauling him up to his knees. Steve had taken over his body while he was sleeping. Steve was actually his newest “passenger,” but also his most...

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Troubleshooter – Nine

TROUBLESHOOTER by Andrea Speed Nine “Why are you smiling?” Hilda asked, clearly annoyed. “This isn’t a laughing matter.” “When you get down to it, what is?” Z replied breezily, tapping a couple of keys on her laptop keyboard. “But here’s the biggest joke of all.” She turned the laptop around, and then shoved it towards the Osiris woman and her bodyguards. The blonde eyed her warily before edging closer to have a better look at the screen. She squinted down at it for a moment, the blue-white light reflecting in her slightly bloodshot eyes. She scowled at it, then shifted her gaze towards her. “What the fuck is this?” “It’s a usenet site where hackers are known to gather. There are two guys on it right now who cracked your interface,...

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