Alexander Ferrick

There is no greater hiding place for a secret than within the mind of a madman.

When I was young, I used to watch a lot of old movies and read a lot of books, and I was always amazed at how every one of them had some helpless damsel who was oh so happy to fall into the hero__ arms, and I__ not that kind of girl"- Yvonne

It was 5:30 in the morning, and Wally__ coffee maker was just completing its automated process, yielding its much appreciated nectar for Richard__ consumption. He filled the biggest cup he could find two-thirds of the way up, and then opened the cabinet, selecting an espresso shot from the shelf. It proclaimed in bright red letters: __ARNING HIGH CAFFIENE. LIMIT 2 PER DAY_. Richard laughed a little as he dumped four of them into his coffee

Richard looked up to find a thirty-ish, tall, black haired man sauntering towards him with a smile that said __ou can trust me_, but really meant __on__ believe a word I say_. This was Jack, and he hadn__ changed a bit.

If Jack had followed him instead of trying to reclaim his car, he would undoubtedly have voiced his disappointment that they were not yet shooting laser cannons. Frankly, Richard thought dodging the police__ bullets would be problematic enough.

In the distance Richard could see the skyscrapers of Los Angeles rising out of the ocean; barnacle crusted concrete and steel emerging from crashing waves. Once a symbol of economic might, they were now a macabre monument to the mortality of man.