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Charlie Stubblefield had set up shop in his Yaletown apartment provided by for by the enslaved people of One Earth. The young agent of the One Earth Intelligence Force sat at a writing desk looking overtop his laptop screen at a large whiteboard on the wall before him. He had written the code [...]
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The owner and pilot of the Air Shark was a Catallaxian, free-name Air Shark. Heidi Ho and her Build climbed aboard the black helicopter with the gray belly. The sleek airship rose above the port of Vancouver and flew North East at 120 knots for ten minutes, then slowed and descended toward a ring of [...]
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Maverick waited below the streetlight in a quiet suburban cul-de-sac. A patrol car pulled passed him slow, it’s driver’s large white eyes glaring at him. Maverick stared back, his arms folded, unafraid. Constable Boots parked in his driveway and climbed out of his car. He was also unafraid. How could he [...]
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“Milk please, Dad,” said a fat kid. The milk container stood in the center of the kitchen table between father and son. It seemed too far out of reach for the discourteous and unfit little [...]
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A Starbucks – Downtown Vancouver
Tad Galahad sat across from Marco Polo. They sipped small cappuccinos because, according to Marco, these were the best deal on the menu. A secret only the most frugal people had [...]
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“Agent Stubblefield.”
Three OEIF men sat in a London office. One was Peter Cline, Charlie’s mentor. One was Amos Arbor the Director of the OEIF. The third was Cameron Yonkey, Charlie’s prime competitor in the academy. Charlie had finished Atlas Shrugged ten minutes ago. He had been staring at himself in the mirror, [...]
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The Lion’s Gate Bridge was built by the Guiness Family, land holders of the British Properties, in 1938. The bridge linked what is now known as North Vancouver to Vancouver. It was human capital [...]
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The marchers progressed to the Hotel Vancouver where the Free Trade delegates from China, Japan, Vancouver, India, Argentina, Chile, Switzerland, and the New American Republic were having talks. A fence had been erected around the hotel and [...]
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“This Rag Head cuisine ain’t fuck’n bad.”
Tzatzki sauce dripped down the chin of Agent Lincoln from the mutton donair he held with both hands.
“Quiet, fuck head. Here she comes.”
Cameron Yonkey tossed another cupped [...]
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