by Toni Jackson Connor followed me into the communications room and stood beside me as I sat down in front of the large system designed...

I'd only had time enough to get Morningstar and the kids settled in the "new" HQ, courtesy of Bitter, and check out the armory...

“You had no problems locating the portal?” “No,” Connor answered, taking in his surroundings as we walked through the hallways...

The changes seemed unrelenting right now. English countryside to US urban sprawl, family life to this madness, Hitman's home to this...

It took the kids a while to settle down once we moved them into the quarters. They were set up like apartments, a lot like the building...

It was a lot to take in, but Terra was right. We needed to regroup in a new, safe location, and weirdly Bitter was the one to provide it.

This entire situation made me think of an episode of the Twilight Zone. First Hitman’s married - with kids no less, Bitter is trying to...

"Oh, so you're trying to kill me kill me. OK. Now I know." Spire was back from the dead, and he was actively trying to murder me. Good...

by Toni Jackson “Bitter? Did you send the signal?” I glanced around surprised to see him alone. The old Bitter traveled with an entourage...

We agreed to split up to search for clues at the locations provided. I started to have Morningstar join me but she declined. "I'm going...

Three Phones, three sets of coordinates, three missions. Of the whole team, three answered the call. Well, one never went offline, one...

Having Engels appear in a flash of light from thousands of miles away is pretty much on track for the way my day had been going...

Terra, Morningstar and I had determined the only possible source for a mysterious text reading, "Come home." was our former employer...

'Dad?' I quietly took a breath, unsure what was to come next, and looked up from the latest spreadsheet of joy I'd received from the...

We landed in the old stadium in the middle of the night. The intent was to come in cloaked and avoid detection...

I could hear them approaching, doing their best to be silent but, well, failing miserably. Not their fault, though...