December 7, 1940, a day that will live in infamy! December 7, 1941, a day that will live in infamy! The problem was, they both sounded...

The sneaker guys came in in the morning a few days later, not too early, and didn’t cuff him. Mateo was shocked and curious but not about...

The detainee was slouching defiantly when Stephens came with Short to pay him a visit, although he became visibly nervous as Stephens...

Mateo took the questionnaire paper from the guy they said was the army shrink. He looked a little like a Vulcan, mostly because his...

Short blinked. “All right, go on.” Mateo looked at him with wary surprise. Not much of a reaction, but he didn’t believe him yet. Or...

“Fish and chips,” Captain Short said decidedly. “I beg your pardon,” said Captain Goodacre. “It’s the opposite of torture, old man. Or...

He could see a treetop, no leaves, and a gray sky. Maybe it was winter already or maybe it was a dead tree. Either way, he could have...

Sneakers guys were back in the morning. Or maybe it wasn’t morning. Mateo had no idea what time of day it was and hadn’t for weeks. They...

Mateo sat on his cot and shook, head in his hands. So much for G-rated. Getting hit once was one thing, but that dude was just getting...

Stephens was seething. He forged his battle rage, let it cool and whetted it to a fine killing edge. He’d like to kill that idiot from...

Mateo curled up under the extra blanket, in that perfect happy medium between awake and asleep. He’d slept deeply for a while, and would...

The sneaker guys woke Mateo up again. It was almost routine, except they wouldn’t stick to a dang schedule. He was tired and feeling like...

He was lying through his teeth, that much was obvious to Stephens. He was inconsistent and ignorant even of the United States. Confronted...

Mateo lay in his cell and tried to triangulate, or at least figure out something about this place. Or time, whatever. Thanks for the tip,...

“The device with the songs is incredible, sir, but it’s not a radio or a recording device.” “Then how is sound transferred to it?” “We’re...

The detainee was not yet thirty, if Stephens was any judge, taller than average, and while not fat as such, surprisingly...

Mateo thought, because he had nothing else to do in the dark. He sure wasn’t sleeping that night, he knew that much. Thanks to that bag,...

Colonel — or as he preferred, commandant — Stephens of 020 was going through the items taken off the latest detainee. He’d been found in...

It got darker as they drove. Mateo watched the passing fields and trees and low rolling hills until all he could see was his reflection...

"Hands up," the nearest one said tightly. "That's right!" said another one. "Got you, Jerry!" Mateo stared before self-preservation...