The Adventures of Damien Black
INTRODUCTION He didn’t know where he was, but the transporter had hummed along for nearly an hour. He already knew he was in deep, deeper than usual, but this meant bad news. Usually he’d try to run, a simple white and blue picking him up (if they could) before even ID’ing him, but this time was a different story. Both hands were locked in code protected, aeon cuffs, same as his ankles — the finest 22nd century shackles tax payer money can buy. The techies don’t skimp on the fail safes, not...