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     The phone rang with sudden, startling urgency. Its shrill wail dragged me from my light sleep like a vicious under-toe tugging at its victim. I shot myself to attention. The rest of the police station was silent. Aside from a lone automobile driving by in the dark night, the high-pitched bell was all that was to be heard. I slowly lifted the old device off its receiver.     "Hello?" My voice was thick with sleep. "This is detective Davis speaking."     "Mr. Davis, this is Julia McClain. My husband, Peter McClain, went missing about three weeks ago. I was wondering if you co

 The rush of the air currents was matched only by the rush of blood to his head. The acceleration was stifling, nearly crushing his ribcage. He could feel his heart rate exceeding any normal pace. The thrusters' output slammed him forward, shooting his machine into overdrive. He rolled elegantly through the sky, dodging hellfire and a shower of bullets. It was almost like a beautiful, romantic dance between him and the enemy pilots. He let off the accelerator completely, rapidly, falling behind the two enemy crafts. His thumb barely hesitated as he took a nanosecond to savor the thrill of the kill. The sleek barrels of his Machine unleashed a