Major Tom “Red” Sullivan hadn’t slept in forty-eight hours. Not in the real world, anyway. In the real world, he was a retired history teacher with arthritis in his right hand. But tonight, he’d double-clicked the icon on his GOG Galaxy client—the one with the polished steel logo—and the loading screen swallowed him whole.
“With pleasure.”
Not by a guard. By a seagull.
Major Tom “Red” Sullivan hadn’t slept in forty-eight hours. Not in the real world, anyway. In the real world, he was a retired history teacher with arthritis in his right hand. But tonight, he’d double-clicked the icon on his GOG Galaxy client—the one with the polished steel logo—and the loading screen swallowed him whole.
“With pleasure.”
Not by a guard. By a seagull.