Thirteen Shards of Broken Mirrors

I tossed a grenade into the building clearing the ground floor. Gunfire responded from the first floor, the signature melody of M-4s playing a duet, supported by the strong bass of an AK-47. I dove to cover behind a concrete building, the bullets carved into the walls, sending up clouds of grey dust into the air. A couple of centimeters of cheap cement stood between myself and Hell...

I shot her between the eyes, the bullets tore her face in half, her brain tissue splattered onto the walls, shards of her skull puncturing the paint.

"I hate libraries" Scarlet muttered to herself watching the building go down in flames. She inhaled the ashes of a hundred years of wisdom, a million words consumed in a blaze.

I played the video over and over, Sadie tied up to the wall, her captors sorting through an assortment of weapons. The first thug picked up a crowbar and smashed Sadie's ribs. Sadie screamed in pain, but the video was noiseless...

Our little ship bobbed and floated on the ocean surface. The sea spread out endlessly far away from land. We skimmed over the waves, cutting through the water as smoothly as a sawblade through a hardcover Koran. The vessel barely had room for the four of us...