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Jumping Ship “You’ve done… how many jumps?” the interviewer asked. Zach Wood smiled nervously. He knew this was the sticky point. “I figure about 250?” he repeated. He had already answered the question; the interviewer was asking again because he had trouble believing the number. “About once a week for the past five years,” he added. The interviewer chewed on his lip. “I started work here because I wanted to be able to jump a lot,” he said. “As one of our parachute instructors, you would certainly get to continue with this kind of… er… frequency. You must be very

Author's Notes This story is a prize to SkinnyJoeFan for his place in a Cobra Fan Club art contest. It… was a while ago. I haven't been really well since. Not to get into details, but I was completely exhausted and unable to so much as think of being creative. I'm better now. So, I'm really sorry for the delay, SkinnyJoeFan. I hope you enjoy anyway! **** A Ninja Commando's Christmas Letter Dear Mom, Dad, Terry, The following is a stupid assignment from my councilor. You see, if you survive something that actually manages to horrify them, the army's way of caring is to make you see a shrink whose job it is to make sure you truly,

Chapter 3 I report to the Hard Master in the morning, and he instructs me to rest for the morning because I am starting another week-long contract in the afternoon. "Something strange happened tonight," I tell him after he has given me those instructions. I proceed to tell him about the Kamura girl. "Well, what did you expect after your battle last week?" he asks me. "You took out 20 armed men by yourself without breaking a sweat, and after having been up for three days and three nights. Of course you've gained a reputation." "Those men were hopeless!" I protest. "It was an easy fight!" "Easy for you. Thus your reputation." "Hard Master