"Good reflexes," Hazard thought: "just the sort Sarge appreciated when the brain behind them could keep up."
The Jumpgates of Our Star: Part Four
He checked his Kruger in its holster. It felt good in his grip. 'No', he told himself. 'Not just yet. Not yet.'
The Jumpgates of Our Star: Part Two
He was back on Geiger Seven and his right hand was cold—so cold like the night after Doublenight. Where was the Sarge?
The Jumpgates of Our Star: Part One
Jumpgates! They were the foundation of history. The WorldCity itself ...