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New Chapter for Web Fiction

The next chapter is now available for my serial espionage thriller "Agent Shield and Spaceman." Attention returns to Frankie Two-Eyes as he employs unsavory means to find a way inside the Thulewaite Ranch.

I was happy to get a little feedback on the series this week from a few trusted readers, and for the most part it was encouraging. As I said at the outset of this project, "Agent Shield" is not meant to be all that serious. I like a great deal of it and the parts I'm not so fond of I'm doing my best to clean up. I am okay with the idea that this might be the first time you've read any of my work. I don't normally write weird espionage thrillers but what I do write is pretty similar. So if you like this web serial, please, give some of my other stories a try.

Anyway, today's installment of "Agent Shield," returns to Frankie Two-eyes. Frankie's a tough character for me. He keeps clawing his way into every version of this story and even though I don't derive an enormous amount of pleasure swimming around in his skull, his point of view serves a purpose. Although he's a mean, vicious, ex-CIA interrogator, he's also the character who needs Section Starfire the most.

As always, thank you for reading and your comments are always appreciated!

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