Short Story: Tempus Fugitive (w. Rob Pegler)
Desmedt has woken in a hotel room with a gun and no memory of how he got there. The only thing he knows for sure is they're coming for him. He doesn't know when, and he doesn't know why. Hell, he doesn't even know who "they" are.
But none of that matters. He's got the gun. He thinks he's ready.
But none of that matters. He's got the gun. He thinks he's ready.