My Cardboard Balcony

A Noble Cause by Belinda Roddie Suit up, boys - we're going to war against the bastard who stole my cheese sandwich from the refrigerator in the staff room last Tuesday. Don't ask questions. Just get your uzis and make it rain bullets.

"Jesus Christ, Charlie!" hollered Jacob, his face white. "Are you okay? You were screaming!" "Yeah," said Zelda. "I think everyone within a ten mile radius could hear you." Charlie was frozen at one spot, their hands shaking, their voice thin and helpless. "Don't," she whimpered. "Don't come any closer."