1954… Reginald Hawkwood stood in his garage, a punching bag hanging from the rafters. His son Hank stood before him with boxing gloves that were slightly too large for him. Reginald nudged Hank’s feet with the tip of his shoe, “Widen your stance a bit,” he told his young son, “And mind your breathing. Now, go.” Hank began throwing quick punches into the bag. “Excellent,” … Continue reading AP Productions: Cavalier #3
1993… Arthur Hawkwood hid in the tree tops, his black armor hidden in the shadows while the moonlight occasionally bounced off its surface when he moved. He checked the scanner in his palm and saw the signal getting closer. He was happy that the tracking device was still attached to the beast. All he had to do was wait for the proper time. It wasn’t … Continue reading AP Productions: Cavalier #2
Alysa jumped out of her car as people gathered on the streets, gawking at the wall of flames rising from where the Iseda Community Center stood. The buildings nearby were also on fire and badly damaged from the explosion and it seemed as if the fire might spread through the entire block. “Mom!,” she screamed hysterically, “Mom!” She looked around franticly for any signs of … Continue reading AP Productions: Winghaven #2
The Cloudburst landed at the Interpol HQ in Lyon, France. Pierce walked out onto the landing strip as the agents emerged, the flight crew immediately checking on the ship for any significant damage. Bronson wore a blanket wrapped around his waist to replace his destroyed clothes. “Everyone alright?,” Pierce asked. “No,” Mansoor stated frankly, “I saw Bronson’s ass.” “Sorry. The front has a better view,” … Continue reading AP Productions: Badges #2
“It was a quiet night, all things considered. Pretty rare in New York but it happens. At any rate, I got bored so I started picking up litter; that’s how slow it was. After an hour or so of that, I got a ping on my alarm system: some guys were trying to screw with an ATM over on 32nd. I took the Dragon there … Continue reading AP Productions: Cavalier #1
Milan, Italy. He raced down the street, brushing past pedestrians. “Suspect heading South,” came a voice through an earpiece, “Do we have eyes?” On a nearby rooftop, a woman stood surveying the area until she spotted the suspect several blocks away, “He’s on Della Spiga. I can catch up to him.” Another man ran through the street, coming from the opposite direction, “No worries. I … Continue reading AP Productions: Badges #1
“I hate this town,” he thought to himself as the hammer came down across the back of his skull. He fell into the puddle below as rain continued to pour along his back. He brushed his long, dark hair out of his eyes as he peered into the darkness of early morning to get a look at his assailant. It was a younger man, skilled … Continue reading AP Productions: Winghaven #1
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