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Piss Christ? Piss Koran! (Fiction, for now.)
 
06/25/2016 7:01:47 PM PDT · by Ultra Sonic 007 · 38 replies
Western Rifle Shooters ^ | 6/23/2016 | Matthew Bracken
Piss Christ? Piss Koran! by Matthew Bracken Part One: Dark Till DawnMike Dolan came out of the subway, hit the sidewalk and set out down the west side of 6th Avenue with a purposeful stride. Midtown Manhattan never truly sleeps, particularly just before a Monday morning, but compared to what it would be like in a couple of hours, it was geared way down. No tourists yet, mostly delivery trucks and vans. All lanes were northbound, because it was 6th Avenue.Mike was showered and clean shaven, every item on him and in his possession carefully considered. The white hard hat...
 

Piss Christ? Piss Koran! Part 4: Resolution
 
06/20/2016 1:06:53 PM PDT · by Travis McGee · 103 replies
Gates of Vienna ^ | June 20th, 2016 | Matt Bracken
Piss Christ? Piss Koran! Part Four: Resolution by Matthew Bracken “Your call, smart guy.” The phone connection made a click and the line went dead. (The rest is at the Gates of Vienna link above.) Mike wasn’t a kid. He knew that he wouldn’t live forever. He’d had enough brushes with death to understand that a healthy old age was not guaranteed in the contract. He’d been standing next to men who had stepped the wrong way, and fallen. He’d helped pull a man’s body off a concrete footer where he’d been impaled on an uncapped rebar stake. Just two...
 

Piss Christ? Piss Koran! Part 3: Crisis
 
06/15/2016 11:19:43 AM PDT · by Travis McGee · 28 replies
Gates of Vienna ^ | June 15, 2016 | Matt Bracken
Piss Christ? Piss Koran! — Part 3: Crisis (This is the third installment of a story by Matthew Bracken, which is being serialized here in four parts.) As the two SWAT commandos slid down their ropes, the chopper lifted for a moment, and one of them was dragged against the crane’s guy wire. He was flicked from his descent line, but he managed to grab hold of the thick steel cable. The helicopter dropped again, its rotors nearly intersecting the cable, but it banked away, dipped its nose, shot forward and corkscrewed downward, the other commando swinging out below its...
 

Piss Christ? Piss Koran! — Part Two
 
06/09/2016 5:21:01 AM PDT · by Travis McGee · 45 replies
Gates of Vienna ^ | June 9th, 2016 | Matt Bracken
Piss Christ? Piss Koran! — Part Two This is the second installment of a story by Matthew Bracken, which is being serialized on Gates of Vienna in several parts. (Part One) http://gatesofvienna.net Piss Christ? Piss Koran! Part Two: Morning Light by Matthew Bracken At seven minutes after six, Mike closed his notebook and put the bottle of apple juice behind his pack and near the bottom of his poncho shanty. Then he took a Sony portable AM/FM radio the size of a cigarette pack from a cargo pocket of his trousers. It already had a wire for a single ear...
 

Piss Christ? Piss Koran! — Part One
 
06/06/2016 9:23:46 AM PDT · by MtnClimber · 12 replies
Gates of Viena and Western Rifle Shooters Association ^ | 6 Jun, 2016 | Matthew Bracken
The latest work of fiction by Matthew Bracken will appear here in several installments. Part One was published earlier today in a slightly different form at Western Rifle Shooters Association. Part One: Dark Till Dawn by Matthew Bracken Mike Dolan came out of the subway, hit the sidewalk and set out down the west side of 6th Avenue with a purposeful stride. Midtown Manhattan never truly sleeps, particularly just before a Monday morning, but compared to what it would be like in a couple of hours, it was geared way down. No tourists yet, mostly delivery trucks and vans. All...
 

Piss Christ? Piss Koran!
 
06/06/2016 6:39:14 AM PDT · by Travis McGee · 60 replies
Western Rifle Shooters Association ^ | June 6, 2016 | Matt Bracken
Piss Christ? Piss Koran! Part One: Dark Till Dawn Mike Dolan came out of the subway, hit the sidewalk and set out down the west side of 6th Avenue with a purposeful stride. Midtown Manhattan never truly sleeps, particularly just before a Monday morning, but compared to what it would be like in a couple of hours, it was geared way down. No tourists yet, mostly delivery trucks and vans. All lanes were northbound, because it was 6th Avenue. Mike was showered and clean shaven, every item on him and in his possession carefully considered. The white hard hat on...
 
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