Strange Little Band – Dark, edgy sci-fi romance

At seven o’clock Teague teleported from Chair– his office to the beach on the west side of the island. He almost hadn’t, though. Despite a full week of rest after being revived, Teague wasn’t yet back to 100%, and it wasn’t just his Coke-bottle glasses and unflattering buzz cut. Shane, Jake, and Dr. Frasier had [...]

The executive level was a ghost town. Jake had visited on a handful of occasions, always accompanied by one of his parents. Each time the spacious, daylit lobby had hummed with quiet activity. Gibson and his Chairmen masters had tens of visitors each day. Despite that, he only recalled seeing a handful of guards. Seeing [...]

Teague limped forward quickly but cautiously, holding his 9 mm pistol ready. Their luck was holding; they’d won three skirmishes since leaving the psych ward, and the bullet that had clipped his leg was their only injury. It hurt like hell, but didn’t slow him down. Ashlynn’s mental voice whispered, Group of five 50 meters [...]

Deja vu wrapped around Addison like a blanket. Like her last stay in the psych ward, drugs kept Addison’s psionics out of reach. That time had been bad, but this was worse. The coup had failed, and she had so much more to lose now. Had Shane, Teague, and her children escaped? What would Triptych [...]

Flames climbed the piece of paper in Addison’s hand, consuming a short list of numbers: 24, 9, 76. She, Shane, Teague, and a handful of others knew the numbers’ meaning. They were the number of Triptych employees who’d gone AWOL today, AWOL employees recovered, and the current count of co-conspirators. Nine, Addison marveled. Less than [...]

They either stared at him or wouldn’t look at him at all. One or the other. It made Shane want to scream, but of course he couldn’t. That mulatto bitch wouldn’t let him. How had everything gone so wrong? Shane watched the girl and her dweeb of a brother from the back of the let’s-make-pretend-we’re-scientists [...]

Teague stood in front of the mirror in his bedroom, frowning at the few wrinkles in his button-down shirt. He briefly considered ironing it, but dismissed the notion. Procrastinating wouldn’t make dinner with Addison and her children any less of a crap shoot. Satisfied that his appearance was casual yet professional, Teague teleported to Addison’s [...]