My story "Bindings" Will Be In This Year's Origins Anthology
June 11, 2013 origins
There's only four hundred of these suckers in the world, so if you want to read the rest of the story, you either have to make arrangements with someone who is going, or make your own way to Origins (where you could also vote for Eighth Day Genesis to win this year's Origins Award, just sayin').
An Excerpt from "Bindings"
by Steven Saus
The agent entered my featureless room, the door quickly shut behind him. He turned toward me, grey eyes the color of his tie. "The airlock is filling with neurotoxins right now, Mr. Gutierrez."
I raised my left eyebrow, keeping my hands still on the slick wood table. Mister. Not Colonel. "Bedbugs, sir?"
"Funny." He sat across from me, the metal folding chair creaking under him. He slapped a thin manila folder down in front of him.
"I thought it would be bigger." I let a smirk crease my face and glanced at the folder. "My file, that is."
The agent's neck flushed deep red. He glanced up at the corner of my room, then stood. "Fine. Play it that way." He waited thirty seconds, got up, and exited the room.
So. Camera in the northwest corner of the ceiling. Quick clearance time on the toxins, assuming they were telling the truth. As the agent left, two muscular men with buzzcuts entered. I started a mental exercise to keep my focus when I saw they each held a baton.
They were very skilled at using them.