Thorn parked her motorcycle at the pump and filled it up. Well, it wasn’t technically her bike. She’d borrowed it from Coyote. She shook her head as she studied a dent in the gas tank, wondering briefly what he’d…
Spin, Weave, and Measure : Part 5
A weaver ant slipped under the bank door just as the security guard locked it for the night. She oriented herself, remembering the blueprints for the building, and kept out of sight. She hated it when someone tried to squash…
Spin, Weave, and Measure : Part 4
2010 “It’s time, Steven.” “No. I still need it.” Yarrow rubbed the bridge of her nose. “We said seven years, no more.” “Good luck finding it. Remember the fine print. It’s mine for another seven years…
Spin, Weave, and Measure : Part 3
2003 “It looks like we’ve caught one. Shall we pull in the net?” Rose stretched and yawned. “He should be here soon.” Thorn unraveled their work across websites and forums. “About time. Containment and control of the information…
Spin, Weave, and Measure : Part 2
Yarrow pulled out her spindle and spun enough thread to tether it. “Ready.” Rose pulled out her weaver’s shuttle. “Ready.” Thorn unsheathed a set of throwing knives and opened the door to a narrow security office. Six guards…
Spin, Weave, and Measure : Part 1
1999 “Make the call,” instructed Thorn. Her dark skin and jumpsuit blended perfectly with the shadows gathered around them. Only her close-cropped, white hair stood out. She sat down on the roof ledge to wait next to her associate,…