“So… do you think they’ve forgotten about us?” Leon shook his head. He and Stephen had both been rooted to the same chairs for almost two hours, waiting for somebody, anybody, to come by and give them instructions. It was all beginning to feel like an initiation prank. Beyond the waiting room in which they’d been plunked and subsequently forgotten, the radio station still buzzed with the faint signs of life. His History o...

She was a vision. In the halogen lights above the radio station’s garage, her golden hair glowed white. Her eyes flickered with unrestrained passion. She stared up at him, teeth bared, her eyes for him and him alone. “Hey, dumbass. What do you call this?” Stephen stared down at the bundle grasped in her hands. “Those are…” he bit his tongue, “…wires?” “They’re cables. You have to coil them. You can’t tie them off like fuc...