The captured agent sits clamped into the hot seat, her cover washed away by antiseptic light. We stare in wonder as if at some mythical creature poached from the land of fey. We’ve never had something like her in our out-of-the-way little security station. “You’re going to be uploaded,” Captain Maas says. “Nothing can change … Continue reading Field Mice by Andy Dudak
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