Evan stood up with deliberate sloth, enjoying the impatience of his tormentor, and said, "Ready whenever you are." He moved his arms about and slowly rolled his head around until the shorter man stamped his foot.
"Move your ass," he said as he waved the gun at Evan.
"You know," Evan said, "we really need to work on your vocabulary. I would think a man of your...diminished stature would have collected a whole host of colorful phrases to throw about." Evan stepped into the center of the group of armed men and smiled. "Of course it's not like you could call me short or anything like that." Continue reading


The familiar grating of the door's lock made Evan's heart beat faster until he was sure it would fly out of his chest. He had always taken his freedom for granted. Being born on Terra he had enjoyed political freedom and had a free hand in choosing his education and even his move to the moon. Aldric had exerted a certain tyrannical control over his life, but even that was nothing compared to the weeks of imprisonment he had suffered at the hands of his jailers. To be fair, he was not sure where he would have gone, or if he would have survived the explosion at his last residence, but there was only so much confinement he could stand.















