Interceptors: Mia
March 20, 2015
It wasn't that Erik Espadas was expecting trouble, not really, but he subscribed to the idea that it paid to be the one carrying the biggest stick. Or to be friends with the people carrying the biggest sticks, anyway.
When they'd worked out the rough schedule for Min's pregnancy nobody had been particularly surprised to find her due date landed on the vernal equinox. After the unexpected 'visit' by his extended family in the House of Swords for the birth of his first daugh
Steve thought of fathers. His own had bled to death in his arms, slowly, the stink of blood filling the air, drawing the foul cannibal scavengers that lurked among the proles, killing and breeding freely among the weak and helpless. He'd gone for his own knife to chase them away even as his father's face turned paler and colder, and had come back to find a cooling corpse of his sole remaining parent. He had been, by the standards of Earth-Prime, about thirteen. Gina Evans' was, by her account, a