MaxMemories are a strange notion.I remember small bits and pieces of my childhood. Moments of my brother and I swinging in the backyard or walking to school together in the morning. I remember our Christmases, or the time we decided to make thanksgiving dinner for mom which ended in a disaster when we nearly caught the house on fire. I remember when I got the call about dad's death, and the moment I met Shawna. But, as I walk slowly down the corridor that is filled with filthy cell after filthy cell, the same memory kindles inside me on constant set of repetitive notions.The first time my squad was on assignment to go around a city and make sure there was no danger. I was petrified, worried that any little mistake could not only cost me my life, but the lives of my brothers. The army trains us to be brave, to make a life changing decision in the blink of an eye, but it doesn't teach you not to be human. So, naturally your main worry is that your human aspects will make a turn for

"Okay everyone, take your places and make sure you're all showing your beautiful smiles." I say as I walk around and check everyone's form.The curtain should be going up soon and I want to make sure they are all in their right places. This is the second showing we have done and the first one went down very well. After the first showing a week ago, I have had about fifty different sets of parents that wanted to be a part of my classes. It's been a successful few months and I couldn't have been happier with the success of the studio."Miss Shawna, your boyfriends here." Little Amanda sings as Max rounds the girls waving to them as he walks past them."Hey what are you doing here? I thought you couldn't make it.""Like I would miss one of your shows? I managed to get the bike finished sooner than I thought. Plus I wanted to see you in that tight little leotard." I roll my eyes at him and take the dozen pink roses he hands over to me.I lean in to kiss him, not being able to help myself a

ShanePulling up to Club Lust, I park my bike and hop off heading straight for the entrance. Austin needed me to do some dirty work today, something I don't occasionally do, but will when the club needs me to. Today is one of those occasions. Apparently, the manager of one of our strip clubs is rumored to be putting his hands on the girls.Torque, our tech guru, was told by one of the girls that Big Joe was shoving her around and slapped her in the face. She was trembling by the time she reached the Nightmare Warrior's compound, but we quickly showed her that was not something we stood for. We would never allow our staff to be assaulted, especially by someone they are meant to trust.After a few hours we were able to see that not only was Big Joe hurting majority of the girls, but the fucker had the audacity to steal from us. My main job for the legit establishments is books, which means the fucker was getting one over on me, and I don't tolerate that shit.Hence the reasoning for

ShaneI stare out the small dirty window as the sun shines off that stupid windchime Candice put up outside. The gleam moves around the table we are all surrounding, and I watch with boredom as it makes its way over to where my hands rest on the hardwood."We need something, anything on him that will at least throw him off." I look up at Chance's determined eyes as he stands up from his seat for the millionth time.We have been here in church for over an hour, and so far, we have absolutely nothing accomplished. It's Austin, Chance and I, and every part of me wants to just go home, sit out on my back deck and drink a beer. Anything is better than being here listening to each other go back and forth on what we can and cannot do about Alberts and our current dilemma."We will get something on him, but it has to be enough. He's already making our lives a living hell and we haven't even got a full name on the asshole. We have to be smart Chance.""We are smart Austin, but right now we

Shane"So, you think this was deliberate?" I ask Torque while his fingers move a million miles per hour."Yes absolutely. Whoever did this not only knew what they were doing, they didn't leave any kind of trail. Normally, if you are on any kind of technology, even one that disarms things, it will leave a trace. This one didn't."I rub my eyes with my thumbs frustrated that once again, we are on the receiving end of bullshit.Torque and I have been here at our nightclub Sin, for two hours trying to figure out the lapse in security we got. Last night someone had somehow cut the feed to our security cameras and although we have looked throughout the building, we can't find anything different. Toque assured us that they may have not been trying to steal something in the first place. Target practice is what he referred to it as. They may have been wanting to test our system to see if they could hack it. If they can hack this one, odds are they can hack the system at the clubhouse."Sha