“Damn,” Don said, they didn’t try to take the Zodiac.” He turned to face me. “They couldn’t have missed our tracks. They didn’t take the valuable boat because they’re afraid we’re up here, armed, and watching...
WE’VE COME TO MOMBASA A SHORT STORY BY JAMES STRAUSS The Lunatic Express was late, as always. John Tipton, my partner, was fresh out of “The Farm” at Camp Perry and six feet four inches tall. Arnold Schwarzenegger would have blended in better. I shook my...
The distance from the bar to the wharf was not that far, although the rough surface of the port area was difficult to negotiate, as the habit patterns of the Inuits, who were the dominant Eskimo tribe endemic to the area, cast aside anything used or unusable without...
The only ‘accidental’ discharge or ignition of an atomic device on U.S. soil in the history of nuclear weaponry had come to be blamed on me. Not the United States Navy, which was present; not ex-Navy Seal Marcinko, who was present; and not my control...
I was on the stern of the Princess, lying across the stern stoop cushion stretching from one side of the hull to the other, a vortex of gentle winds blowing across my body. The aroma of sea brine and the faint, tiny drops of moisture created by the boat’s...