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The Timberland event, amber awakening
The Timberland event, amber awakening It had been a very long time. Ideally it would have been possible years ago. Special agent Thomas checks the communications again, still nothing. All the teams had stopped responding as of an hour ago. Special agent Thomas checks his watch. He does this from habit, not from a need…
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Across the universe and then
Across the universe and then Most nights it isn’t this dark. Sometimes there are stars, but tonight the dark is like a blanket and it’s covering everything. He doesn’t mind, it’s comforting, and its stillness is thorough. These things would happen in any universe, why not this one? He shifts positions in the chair and…
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Butterbeans and distant sounds of home
Butterbeans and distant sounds of home Since her days as a pup, Butterbeans has been an explorer. In fact the first game she had learned with Alex had been hide and seek. It was still her favorite. When they had begun actively serving on their special ops team, their work had seemed second nature. With…
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A stitch in time isn’t amber nine
A stitch in time isn’t amber nine Jack blinks a few times to clear his vision. This isn’t normal. That is the thought that keeps his mind swirling. No matter how he tries to get his mind around it the result is the same. Disbelief. Furthermore, this isn’t the first time today that he has…
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The sacking of Oliver 83
The sacking of Oliver 83 Oliver 83 didn’t make it. He went faster than he ever had before. And still, it had not been good enough. He had failed the test because he hadn’t been there to take it. His logic circuits crackle again. It is causing a feedback loop. Oliver 83 shivers. He is…
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The amber waves of Timberland
The amber waves of Timberland Jillian was still trying to get her head around what she had seen. It might be easier to think of it as what she no longer sees. Wendell has vanished. She had watched him vanish. It had unsettled her so much, she had stopped walking. She could still see the…
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Wendell and the amber waves
Wendell and the amber waves Sunset, and all is well. It had been well for a long time. Wendell wasn’t complaining. Sometimes no news is good news. He sets down the instrument and walks a few paces around the worksite. His neck had stiffened from holding it in one place for so long. However, they…
