Twin Cities, Gemini “Jericho.” Jericho sat up from his bed in the darkness. The doorway across from him was illuminated and crowded by a familiar silhouette. “Jericho. My wallet. It’s gone. The Organization stole my wallet.” “You lost your wallet?” “No!” The lights to the room flicked on, and Talib’s form was revealed. Disheveled curls,Continue reading “2.6: Jericho Raid”
Six Chances 