Tuesday, May 3, 2016

This morning on SHOWCASE




I sat on a bench on one side of the small, battleship-gray drop bay of my patrol cutter, Oliveria. The last month and a half of the patrol had been mind-numbing, but taking a ship of wasters into custody would soon make it all worthwhile. ...read the rest...

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