Max’s Mayhem

George sat in his hummer slumped down and eyeing the prey at hand through binoculars. He would enjoy this job more. This time he would be able to savor the hunt and George was all about the hunt. He had realized during his stint in Kuwait that he enjoyed hunting and he had also realized…

Max’s Mayhem

Governor James Johnson ran his hands through his straight dark hair. Unlike his other colleagues who tended to be in their sixty’s and of a staunch, gruff demeanor: James was in his forty’s, extremely good looking and not so darn stuffy. He eyed his assistant as he spoke: “Now Carl, your job description is to…

Max’s Mayhem

    The dark shadowy figure which donned camouflage and combat boots, quietly parked the fishing boat. He made certain to tie it off tightly enough to hold; but loosely enough to provide the quick getaway that would be needed. All was quiet in the secure lake house community. Its inhabitants slept with what could…