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: The Greatest Show on Earth
The Curtain Call I did a brisk two-block walk from the lounge to my office, to get the details down…
THE HAMMER FILES: The Merchant Traveler
The Traveler’s Tale The big traveler lumbered to the bar, pulled up a stool that groaned under his weight, and…
THE HAMMER FILES: The Setup – Jack Calls Jamie Diamond
The bell above the door of Joe’s Place was missing, probably pried off by a drunk looking for spare change….
Pop Bottle Millionaire: The Price of Immortality
The Price of Immortality The trail led me to that hot, silent stretch of desert, a place where the sun…
The Tax Man Cometh, The People Get Nothing
They’re selling you a story. A grand plan. They call it a new tax law, a fix for the broken…