Tag Archives: CIA

Tasteful Control

Posted on February 11, 2017 by

The city of Cristobal in Mexico had government, but Manuela Garza really ran things. Crime disappeared in the city. The CIA wanted to know how. After agents 312 and 273 disappeared, Schuler (Agent 17) arrived next. Manuela ran a simple … Continue reading →

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The Intelligence Brief

Posted on March 23, 2016 by

Presidential front runner Hawkins cheered, “I’m in! All my opponents quit the race.” Then CIA Director Williams handed him the Intelligence Brief for Presidents. “Here’s what’s really happening in the world.” While Hawkins read, he paled. “Is it too late … Continue reading →

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Madman – Sunday Photo Fiction

Posted on November 25, 2014 by

Madman Pam yanked on her leg to pull it out of the deep mud. She was tired and dirty, but she’d been in worse situations. The difference was, it had meant something before. “C’mon, c’mon. Hurry up!” stage whispered Ken … Continue reading →

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Industrial Espionage- Sunday Photo Fiction

Posted on November 10, 2014 by

Written for Sunday Photo Fiction. A story, about an intelligence coup and a terrible breach of confidential information, begins after the photo. Genre: Speculative Fiction/Espionage/Humor Industrial Espionage Ernest sat by the fire where his old bones could stay warm. A … Continue reading →

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Super-Woman – Yeah Write Summer Series

Posted on July 30, 2014 by

Super-Woman I guess I shouldn’t complain about my girlfriend, Sarah. She’s super-cute, and her green eyes are bright underneath her auburn curls. She loves SciFi movies and she doesn’t hassle me whenever I binge on Call of Duty. It’s just … Continue reading →

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Writing Symphonies – The Speakeasy

Posted on June 18, 2014 by

Writing Symphonies “He taught me how to read people’s eyes,” she said. “You know, people can have entire conversations with just their eyes.” McCabe’s eyes roved across Angie Sung’s smooth skin, highlighted by the lights in the CIA interrogation room. … Continue reading →

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Body Jumper – The Speakeasy

Posted on May 28, 2014 by

Body Jumper Antonina watched the faces of the people she passed, looking for a certain darkness in their eyes. It was a sharpness with a certain gleam that penetrated everything those eyes looked at. She could recognize it instantly if … Continue reading →

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