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Topher Lydon

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  1. The subterranean levels of the Canadian Security Intelligence Service national headquarters on Ogilvie Road remained entirely agnostic to the shifting seasons on the surface. While the sprawling pine forests of eastern Ottawa were currently being buried beneath the first brutal, unforgiving blizzard of the impending winter, the climate four stories beneath the frost-hardened topsoil was meticulously maintained at a sterile, unchanging twenty degrees Celsius. The massive industrial air scrubbers
  2. February 2011. Tripoli is burning. Special Envoy Will Carter is trapped in a collapsing palace, hunted by militias and running out of time. His husband Andrew is the only thing standing between him and execution—but the city is a warzone, and the hunters are closing in. From the corridors of power in Ottawa to the burning streets of the Libyan capital, the Carters are about to discover that some wars are fought with bullets, and some are fought with everything you have.
  3. I can confirm Voss is the final crew member, she was in the vents working on her Virtual Reality bypasses. Lousy Therapist, pretty decent engineer.
  4. So very true. I have yet to come across one who isn't more broken than the patients they treat.
  5. The heavy, reinforced metal blast door at the end of the Deck Two corridor did not hiss, it did not groan, and it certainly did not yield. It stood as a silent, impenetrable monolith of cold gray steel. The manual release levers had been violently sheared off from the inside, and the underlying circuitry had been ripped into a chaotic, sparking nest of fused wires. The air in the hallway was unnaturally thin. It carried the sharp, metallic tang of failing environmental scrubbers and the di
  6. Topher Lydon

    Chapter 12

  7. Never underestimate Peter's Raccoon instincts.
  8. The polished steel doors of the elevator silently slid shut, sealing the Canadian Security Intelligence Service Section Commander inside the ascending metal box with the enemy. The mechanical hum of the elevator’s drive system engaged, pulling the carriage upward through the central shaft of The Peninsula hotel. The interior of the six-by-six steel box was a masterpiece of luxury design, lined with immaculate, floor-to-ceiling mirrors that reflected the scene in infinite, terrifying iterati
  9. Look after your mental health, this one is rough
  10. Welcome back to LA Let's see how badly things get screwed up this time for Poitr
  11. CHAPTER ONE: THE RELIC The first thing Flynn O'Briain registered was the smell. Garbage. Rotting food, stale urine, the particular sour-sweet stench of industrial-grade bin bags baking in the Los Angeles sun. It was a smell he knew intimately—the smell of alleys, of crime scenes, of bodies found facedown in places no one ever looked. It was the smell of his old life, the one he'd tried to leave behind when he walked out of the LAPD and into a half-finished office building wi
  12. Love, magic, and chaos collide in this queer urban fantasy romp! When ex-cop Flynn O’Briain wakes up covered in mysterious runes with no memory of how he got there, he’s thrown into a wild chase through LA—with his snarky, fashion-obsessed fiancé Poitr in tow. Hunted by corrupt agents, dodging Hollywood disasters, and uncovering a sentient internet relic, these two disasters must survive space launches, flesh-crafting mishaps, and their own messy feelings. "Doomscroll, AMEN!" "Pray to the Algorithm, let it wash you in your sins!"
  13. It's also about leverage. The FSB operatives here know their operation is about to be exposed. Forcing Andrew, who they believe has the evidence and the money, to hand it over, is their only shot at salvaging what's left of their operation.
  14. There was an early idea to do this as a steampunk thing, but I decided just to keep some of the styling.
  15. Mr. Nibbles approves of his deployment as a Tactical Emotional Support Parasite
  16. The Zodiac limped through the absolute nothingness of Sector 4G, a region of space that the ship's corrupted navigational computer cheerfully insisted was either a dense asteroid field or a high-end corporate shopping plaza. On the bridge, the atmosphere had settled into a comfortable, exhausted malaise. The great Rat-Souffle Incident was behind them, leaving the crew slightly lighter in body weight but significantly more appreciative of Mikkel’s plain, unseasoned oatmeal. The ship’s displa
  17. I love Russian idioms: A wolf's legs feed it Meaning: You have to take action, stay active, and hustle if you want to achieve results or earn a living—you can't just sit around dreaming
  18. Desperation will embolden. Considering Andrew just stole Billions from them, they're pissed.
  19. The Grand Hall of the Hong Kong Convention and Exhibition Centre was a staggering testament to the sheer, uncompromising wealth of the Special Administrative Region. The cavernous room was illuminated by a constellation of cascading crystal chandeliers that cast a brilliant, fractured light over acres of polished marble flooring. Towering floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic, sweeping view of Victoria Harbour, where the dark, churning waters reflected the neon skyline of Kowloon through
  20. Flip does have access to the internal comms... Mikkel pops a mushroom, and watches his world bend... Flip chimes in from the Comm: Hey Crewman, can I please get you to deliver fish Mikkel: Are you God? Flip: Yeah, sure, um about that fish?
  21. Well you're not *far* off....
  22. Arguably one of the most intelligent beings on our planet, with an EQ complexity that can, at points, exceed our own. The computational power or an Orca's brain for spatial awareness, echolocation et al is astounding.
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