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My Pal The Bug #1: For They Know Not...
My Pal The Bug #1: For They Know Not...
My Pal The Bug #1: For They Know Not...
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Turlock and his insectile partner barge into a monastery to wave their guns and intimidate the brothers into selling the property. But their employers never told them what awaited inside...

LanguageEnglish
PublisherGreg M. Hall
Release dateAug 19, 2010
ISBN9780463265338
My Pal The Bug #1: For They Know Not...
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Greg M. Hall

Greg M. Hall has over a dozen stories and two novels online and in print. Though no single genre can contain him, he's got a soft spot in his heart for Horror, Science Fiction, and Fantasy with dark elements. After living on Maui and in Southern California, he got sick of the mild weather and moved home to eastern Nebraska, where he lives with his wife, a bunch of kids, and second pet tortoise--the first one ran away.

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    My Pal The Bug #1 - Greg M. Hall

    For They Know Not…

    My Pal The Bug #1

    Greg M. Hall

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    Turlock watched Marve clean his piece with a mixture of disgust and amazement.  He knew the Lotians were a fastidious bunch, but this one had to be considered natty among his own people.  When the springy-limbed freelancer pulled a thin aluminum tube from a purpose-sized pocket on his sleeve, and used it to squirt lubricant into the slide of his rifle, Turlock couldn't keep his tongue in check.

    It's a friggin' Benfield.

    Marve didn't look up from his ministrations, but the tuneless hum he’d been wheezing through his thorax-vents stopped.  Beg pardon?

    "Back home, I saw a rebel bury his Benfield in the sand in front of his tent. Compliance inspectors came and searched for weapons, found none, and began to walk back to their truck. He sunk his hand into the sand at his feet, pulled out his rifle, and popped 'em in their

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