THE PRIVATE STASH
THE HAMMER FILES
THE EVIDENCE SHREDDED BY THE SYSTEM.
My office hasn’t just been hit—the System ran a cleaner through the archive. As you can see, the files are a random mess because the Controller scrambled the Index and shuffled the ledger. We’ve got a lot of sifting to do if we’re going to recover the case reports and re-sequence my stolen manuscripts. This pile is the wreckage of a system failure. If you’re in on the game, this is where we start.
Blood Loyalty and Paradise: Braving the New World
Braving the New World White. A white-hot burn of terror in a white-hot expanse of infinity. I had no body,…
THE HAMMER FILES: Jack Misses the Mark
The Unseen Signs The cold night air followed me back to my office. The familiar smell of dust and old…
THE HAMMER FILES: Old Town Frank
The whiskey didn’t burn so good anymore. It just sat there, a cold reminder of the target on my back….
THE HAMMER FILES: A Final Goodbye
Case point: The Coroner After concluding with the tired Officer at the Oakmont police station, I was directed to the…
A WORD FROM THE ARCHITECT
I am the architect. Jack Hammer is losing the mind I gave him. Jack Hammer is losing the mind I…
December’s Debt Part 2: A Jack Hammer Memoir
December’s Debt Part 2 The setup is complete. Rocco Racini’s got a game planned, and Jack Hammer’s the unwilling guest…