A gorgeous young assassin spawns a vengeful secret agenda.

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The casino floor was clamorous and brimming with radiant neon lights in all directions. Anna gambled, but wouldn’t be playing any games on this mild desert night. She had spent weeks preparing, and so far, everything was perfectly in place.

Her long blonde hair and sensual curves commanded the undivided attention of anyone who gazed in her direction. Flaunting a skin-tight, black mini-skirt, the double looks and aggressive catcalls had come relentlessly since the moment her blood-red stilettoes had touched the Strip.

Tonight, however, like most nights, would be all business.

She had first noticed the man’s cheap, unfitted suit…


An assassin’s trail comes under the spotlight.

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Agent Stepper almost always answered his cellphone on the first ring.

“Hello, this is Stepper.”

“Jesus Christ Step, aren’t you supposed to be on vacation?” the surprised voice asked, “I figured you wouldn’t even answer.”

“Ended up having to cancel my vacation, maybe I’ll get to it sometime next year.”

“Damn, that sucks Step.”

“Well, you know, legends never take days off anyway, right?”

“I guess not big guy, sorry to hear that,” the voice quickly shot back, “But I am glad you answered though. …


A few secrets of the universe may have slipped through the fabric.

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Sandy absolutely loved the raised wooden trail that encircled Lighthouse Park. She had lived in Biloxi most of her life, and had been visiting the lush green canopy of this very same park since she had been a little girl. Time had changed many things about the area, but the wildflowers of this small bayhead forest, along with the churning of the nearby ocean, had remained perfectly unaltered.

She had made a routine habit of grabbing an overpriced early morning espresso from a well-known, hole in the wall coffee joint. …


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Zach tightened the straps of his backpack and turned to check on Ashley. He stood atop a nearby boulder to gain a better view, slowly sipping water from his canteen. She had fallen behind by a quarter mile or more, but was still making her way up the trail at a fairly steady pace.

They had come a long way on their journey, and had followed the clues precisely. They had followed the warm waters. They had followed the canyon. They knew exactly where a brown home once stood almost a century ago. …

R.L. Raymundo

Seriously, is it bright in here or what?

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