Articles by Ives

Few decisions in Ives' life would prove to be as thoroughly self-destructive as the mundane choice of passing the threshold of a cantina doorway. Theplace hadn't officially opened its doors, but Ives had let it slip that his employer, Callo Sasker, had called him in for a meeting. The Umbaran...

I'm sorry, It's over Ives set down the pen and placed the card by the table’s edge, directly in view of the doorway, where it would be noticed. He picked up his bag, purposefully avoiding looking back, and slipped out of the apartment. He took care to close the door without making a noise. The...