#166: The Tele-Organic Health Food Co-Op

On a fifteen-minute break from her job at the Tele-Organic Health Food Co-Op, Cody Revell sat on a weathered picnic table next to the store’s small parking lot, reading a copy of the daily newspaper, The Detroit Day. She was also smoking a light cigarette, a habit she’d picked up since landing on late twentieth-century earth.

#165: The Bizarre Files

Dallas and Hoskins clicked their utility belts about a block from the Newburgh Road hotel to become visible again.
        “Lucky you spirited away that spitfire before those Earthling agent types confiscated it,” said Dallas. “I just hope Hatori and Merino don’t find out you mislaid it—and that it was involved in that explosion. They’re the alpha-type personalities in our group and think they’re our den mothers. Munro and Jordyn I’m less worried about.”

#164: Roberts

Agent Lemon Lime woke with a start. “Did you hear that?” she asked. It had sounded to her like a thud, a boom, in the distance, like an artillery shell in war.

#163: One of Our Spitfires Is Missing

Hoskins woke up Dallas with a hoarse whisper.
        “C’mon, we’ve got to go back to the high school.”
        “What are you talking about?” said Dalam Malayu groggily. “It’s after midnight.”
        “I can’t find my spitfire anywhere,” said Hoskins, who by habit was already climbing into her Domain Fleet-issued starship uniform, ignoring the civilian earthling clothes they had worn during the day. “I must have left it in shop class.”

#162: What Cape Saw

Music blared in basement of the West Forest apartment of the James sisters, Clarissa and Avie, as they worked out on weight machines a couple of college girls should not have been able to afford. The Police, the B-52s, Was (Not Was), Prince and the Revolution, and Morris Day and The Time, carefully curated by Avie on high bias chrome type-II mixed cassette tape, streamed from a boom box, replete with Dolby noise reduction.