The Winnipeg Kid Fiction BY Ken Gerber and Brian Hirt I’m the meatgrinder, the widowmaker, the last-person-you-ever-look-at. I’m the Winnipeg Kid, and they only let me fight the expendable ones anymore.
One Way Trip in a Stasis Suit Fiction BY Ken Gerber and Brian Hirt The commander’s voice was a false calm. Mechanical. He was already dead and he knew it. “All personnel, evacuate sections one through six. Repeat, all personnel ...”
Dottie Hinkle, Originally from Baltimore Fiction BY Ken Gerber and Brian Hirt My name is not Dottie Hinkle. I’m not from Nebraska or Baltimore.