Sam continuing to pretend like he belongs, regularly nods his head as if attentively listening to everyone, that is until he hears the odd computerized voice talk about coaxing him into a van. Why is it every time I get setup for one of these jobs, I end up in the back of van… I hope this one at lea...

As Sam hears the pricetag, he takes a deep breath to hide his surprise. Two hundred thousand!? When did I get moved up from the minor leagues? After taking a moment to regain his composure, he turns to the woman asking the questions and offers an uneasy wave, unsure of where to start. I’m Sam. I can...

Filthy street water soaks through the cheap canvas of Sam's shoes as he makes his way into the church, causing each step to squelch against the tile of the old church. Wide eyed, he takes in his surroundings- the aged pews and fading murals striking a stark contrast against the sharp lines of the Yo...

A rusted out pickup barrels through the thick curtain of mist, with the force of a soft drink mascot crashing drywall. The battered Gopher catches air as it launches down the exit ramp, jolting its occupants into the roof with each bounce. The driver, a young ork with wide-set eyes and a wider, tusk...