... or, how not to confuse a ruck for a scrum. Plus, Jack asked me to, so don't come and beat me up in the middle of the night, alright?

All right, folks.  Strap in, get comfortable, and try to stay awake.  (Good luck.)

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Opening one eye a crack, he waited for his vision to clear before opening the other one and chancing a good look … down.  He groaned again.

“Why do I insist on leaving the safeties off?” he whispered to himself.   His mind reeled as he waited for his stomach and head to recover, wondering why in the universe he had decided to spend his first ( Read more... )

Wearing a classic mid-twentieth century tailored tuxedo and suspended upside-down thirty feet in the air by one leg, the man looked to be dead.  Mere seconds later, high above the Thames that wound itself around a mid-sixteenth century castle of the same period, Secret Agent Julian Bashir woke with a pounding headache and a sour taste in his mouth. ( Read more... )