Evening’s last light clung desperately to the horizon, unwilling to surrender day’s final breath into the choking grip of night. It was a colorful death…

Ziro was dead. Again. It was the second time this week and it was only Wednesday. The whole thing was starting to get on his nerves…

Colonel Black bit hard on the squirming grub and frowned as he chewed. It was too sweet, he much preferred…

With slack jaws and wide eyes, Demo, Streak, and Nightshade sat on their respective bunks in a stunned stupor…

Ziro wasted no time rushing across the room in pursuit of the perfect recruit. He was at a full run by the time he reached topside from the tunnel…

Nothing could erase the smile from Ziro’s face, not even the gut-wrenching anticipation of…

There were only two things Ziro knew for sure at this point: he was going to throw up, and he wasn’t going to look cool doing it…

Tension was high as the squad waited in earnest for the creature to reappear. With blasters raised and vengeance on their minds, they scanned the waters…

Magenta couldn’t scream to save her life. Snatched from above by the piercing talons embedded in her shoulder it was all she could do to breathe…

Night swallowed the mice before they were ready. Ziro managed to kindle a fire before the coolness of the dark became too unbearable, but…

“Get it away from me,” screamed Streak. “Get it off!” Ziro’s blood froze as he jolted awake in a hurry…

If evil made a sound, this was it. The hum grew steadily louder with each passing second, haunting the ears with its eerie tone…

It all happened so quickly, Ziro had to pinch himself a time or two just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming…

“What are you doing here?” Ziro demanded. The last person in the world he expected to see in Liwa was Nitro and the Alpha squad…

Ziro felt like throwing up...again. Only this time, it had nothing to do with the ride…