"A shooting? Down by the Seaside Rest you say?" the tanned, lean forearm powered the hand that was holding a brown bottle of lager. Between the index finger and thumb was dark blue star tattoo. The blue was dark enough that most would describe it as black .

"Yeah! And even...

Microsoft Office was horrible software. That's why he liked it. Things were too slick these days. Apps. The kids were always on a few at the same time. When one app got old today two new ones came to replace them. Apps. Apps everywhere.  apps   apps apps.

That sounded like a...

On that boardwalk the two spoke for less than half hour's time. To Dave it felt like a long conversation, Not in a bad way. time slowed down. He paid attention. Listened. there were no goals. Just two men exchanging words while the ocean exchanged force against the coastline.

it felt...

He walked to The Boardwalk. It was only two football fields away. Cars whizzed by. He kept his hat on his head with one hand. He could use a damn smoke.

At The Boardwalk he bought a bag of salt and vinegar chips and a seltzer water in glass bottle. He...

He always wore a  bulletproof vest. It was a promise he had made his wife. No matter what he had it under his shirt. One of those thin light ones that weren't so obvious. It wouldn't protect him from getting shot in the head. But usually it was the body...

Carl was worried for his boss. Dave the Big Dog had never shown up to work late in his two years there. Now it was eleven. No message or whereabouts known.

"What do you think we should do?"

"Shush. Let me think, James."

Only the two of them knew that Dave hadn't come...

Three months passed. No luck in finding the purse. Dave was getting worried. He'd never been this far behind. The client was unhappy. He had no leads. They were looking in the dark. He didn't even think there was a chance anymore. All the previous leads had gone cold and...

They spoke in English accents.

There might be a bug he said.

They had to throw them off. Anyway they could.

At the  McDonalds they still spoke with the accents. Just in case the bug was in their phones. Or some other smaller thing on their clothes. Something they couldn't even see. They...

He had an augmented trunk. More accurately put, he had no trunk. In its place was a 45 gallon auxillary tank that held extra gas . This meant that Keith could avoid filling up for months at a time. Depending on how much he drove, that would be about three...

Matt didn't actually have a lawyer. He had been planning to get one for this asshole Dave though. That was until he saw 30 men storm the Seaside Rest with assault rifles.

They weren't police, SWAT, or anything official. Weren't gangsters either. They were... something else. Trained like the military, top...