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“Max had no idea, but figured it had to be easier than getting around the gait monitor. “Let me worry about that. Just answer the question. Can you do it?” “Can I get you boys some more nachos? Or maybe some sliders?” Their waitress spoke with a Southern accent that Max would have found charming under other conditions. He brushed her away without looking up. Wang spent another second savoring Max’s suffering while he pretended to ponder. The obvious ploy made Max want to slap him. “Technically, it’s well within our capabilities.”
― Tim Tigner, The Lies of Spies

“Henry gripped the axe handle and wiggled it free. The monster dropped to the ground and roared. Gathering his last vestiges of strength, Henry swung the axe at the sound. The monster grabbed Henry's arm that held the weapon and twisted. A loud crack of bone accompanied Henry's pain-filled scream. The axe slipped to the floor. Henry faced the monster and stared into its evil, soulless eyes. The fiend's jaws opened. Its tongue slid across sharp teeth. Though he dreaded”
― Ben Hammott, Ice Rift

“They have an almost infinite capacity for calculations and data manipulation. That would obviously be disastrous since the next natural step will be for them to use the AOI weapons for their own aims . He looked out to the street. The war had eliminated normal activity. Seattle’s densely populated suburbs had been hit with two Sonic-bombs . However, it’s possible that Deuce Lipton has finally gotten off the fence. He may well have”
― Brandt Legg, The List Keepers

“gained speed. Zane listened for clues as to their whereabouts, but the only thing he was able to determine was that they were in an area of fairly heavy traffic. Vehicles moved past them in both directions, and on two different occasions, horns were blown. But where were they going? The German had indicated there would be a meeting but with whom? And for what purpose? He still wondered why he hadn’t been killed. Maybe they wanted to interrogate him in order to find out what organization he worked for. Unless they had been able to salvage something from his phone—which he doubted—for all they knew, he could be working for a competitor, for the United States government, or for the family of the deceased. Other than that, he couldn’t think of any reason for an interrogation. After an hour of driving at speed, the vehicle began to slow.”
― John Sneeden, The Signal