“With his hair tied back and about three days worth of beard Win looked more like a vagrant than a comm guru.… — Marcha A. Fox Copy Share Image
“Win demagnetized and then pried off the power chamber faring and tossed it aside. Then he started to laugh. And dance. And… — Marcha A. Fox Copy Share Image
“Dirck closed his eyes and tried not to laugh. Win, the dauntless rebel who'd dodged lasoclear blasts without a flinch and thought… — Marcha A. Fox Copy Share Image
“Ordering and taking delivery on the supplies and other things they needed took ingenuity and finesse, but both were Win's specialty. Contraband… — Marcha A. Fox Copy Share Image
“More likely they'd already been identified by the transponder code required on all privately owned vehicles. They were as good as dead.… — Marcha A. Fox Copy Share Image
“Win likewise lifted his visor, gaze steady in return. 'My unofficial duties are another story. Real unofficial. I'd have a record that… — Marcha A. Fox Copy Share Image
