Greenlee Cable Bender Novels & Stories

Maybe he was just better at hiding it. Shirt went on, pants went on, leaving only a delicate silver circlet – set in the middle by a black onyx gemstone – as nowhere to be found. I spent a panicked few minutes rifling through my drawers while Dornell looked on, concerned, before finally, with a gasp of relief I unveiled it, hiding among my underwear.

Its leave-less branches is bent in a way that provides some kind of shade on a big hole in the ground. I squint my eyes to help clear my vision and move slowly towards the hole and that's when I see it too. ********************************

Jace got really annoyed, he opened his coat and. 'Click.Clack.Clock. BUSHENG!' The HumElf eyes widen. Almost dropping his eyeballs. His head shook like a defected robot as he took a glimpse to the fiery black hole on his right side. The hole was smoking hot, a coin-sized burnt-mark surrounded the hole. He looked back to Jace. He was holding a small revolver still pointing to Bum Pan. "I allow you to speak now," Kaizer said within chuckles. Bum Pan in a rush answered.

Probably way too much information, more than he really needed to know, but if it would get me out of whatever mess my sister had gotten herself into. He leaned back in his chair, and I could practically feel him digging around in my head to see if I was telling the truth. I jumped when he suddenly called out, "Enzo!" The guy who'd put the hood over my head and brought me inside appeared in the bedroom doorway a few seconds later. "What do you need?" Without taking his eyes from me, he told him, "Go into my office and look up Veda Lynn Calbert. Age twenty-two. Lives in an apartment on 8th street on the east side of Austin. And works...?" He trailed off, one eyebrow lifted in question.

A moment later, I picked it up. "Hello?" I said. "Oh, Dylan!" I was surprised to hear my producer's voice from the other line. "I'm sorry for calling you unexpectedly, you seem irritated." He laughed nervously; I could tell. I bowed to look at my shoes. "What is it, De Castro?" He sighed from the other line. "Well... I know you've worked hard for all of our projects Dylan it was evident you won different awards for it, and you certainly gave me a huge profit and you know how thankful I am for that—"

The gesture was quick, almost imperceptible, but it carried a weight that made her pause internally. Avery followed his line of sight to the lower shelf of the cart. There, tucked beneath the cleaning supplies, was a length of cable. Its metal connectors were precision-grade, the kind used for high-frequency data transmission or surveillance equipment—far too sophisticated for any standard cleaning equipment. The cable was coiled neatly, almost hidden, but the connector glinted in the dim light, catching her eye with deliberate intent.