Insurgent Chapter 6.1
The razor didn’t precisely shake in Jim Turville’s hands as he carefully shaved in the small mess-kit mirror. Nonetheless, Turville paused, took a steadying breath, then quickly finished. He packed away his kit, placed a…
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Insurgent Chapter 5.4
1998 Mandy Mays accepted her diploma from the Principal, and smiled so wide her cheeks hurt. Her eyes darted to the audience and met Joe’s eyes and felt a shiver of pleasure go down her…
Insurgent Chapter 5.3
Valerie Murphy frowned at herself in the mirror. The makeup couldn’t disguise her pallor, nor could new clothes disguise her nearly gaunt figure. She leaned close, squinting her eyes, and noticed something which had escaped…
Insurgent Chapter 5.2
Jim Turville was bored. Three days since they’d arrived in Whitesville, and already he was as bored as he could be. As the quick reaction force, Sergeant Nguyen’s squad pretty much had nothing to do,…
Insurgent Chapter 5.1
When the phone rang, Rebecca sat up instantly, dropping the paperback she’d been reading to the floor. The phone rang? The house phone hadn’t rung since January: lines had been down across the state, and…
Insurgent Chapter 4.4
As the line of humvees pulled into the town, Turville thought that Whitesville looked considerably better when they weren’t being shot at. That wasn’t likely at this point. First squad had already split off from…
Insurgent Chapter 4.3
Interlude 3 − Spring 1998 Joe Blankenship looked in the mirror and adjusted his tie and collar where it chafed against his neck. Too tight: he’d gained near enough to 30 pounds of solid muscle…
Insurgent Chapter 4.2
Insurgent Chapter 4, part 2. Also cross posted to http://thenextread.com/stories/charlesesheehan-miles/insurgent…
Insurgent Chapter 4.1
“So what is your assessment?” asked Al Clark. At the moment, Clark sat at the small conference table in the Governor’s office, next to a window overlooking downtown Charleston. Valerie sat at his right hand.…
Insurgent Chapter 3
Brigadier General Tom Murphy stood in the sunlight near the helicopter pad on the roof of the Governor’s mansion, chilled by the arctic wind and trying to absorb a little sunlight to offset it. Though…