The Dilemma

Samual had no good choices. As he looked at the pinstriped suite man wielding the switchblade. If only he had couple more minutes.

Journal Entry, 63rd Day of Azilon

I was at the Bazar this morning, running my daily routines. It was when I left Mr. Samijaris Tunoco Stand did something odd happen.

The Agent

Lawrence McKinley got off the metro train at the Pentagon City Metro station.

The Iron Gate

The crisp fall breeze passed Melinda as she walked her dog down the road next to the Dumbarton Oaks Museum in Georgetown.