It's Happened Countless Times Before

By K.G. Deloas

When Orrell, a self-centered risk-taker, regains consciousness after an explosion rips through the Urban Players Lounge in Las Vegas, a stranger leads him to safety.

But while escaping, Orrell begins to suspect something is much worse than he was led to believe, and that he is in fact in grave danger...

• Language: English
• Publisher: LogosMythos Press
• Release date: May 19, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458192455

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It’s Happened Countless Times Before

K. G. Deloas

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Copyright 2011 © K. G. Deloas

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It’s Happened Countless Times Before

K. G. Deloas

Orrell sat up on the floor, trying to discern his surroundings through the smoke, coughing at the synthetic odor.

Something had gone wrong, terribly wrong. He saw the fire at the far left side, in the adjacent room: the establishment’s kitchen, he guessed. It bothered him that he could not recall where he was and how things got that way, but shook off that concern for now. There was the headache too, hitting both temples like a hammer on concrete, bouncing off in full force only to slam once again equally hard — an endless rhythm.

There were, he guessed, a dozen leather love seats in zig-zag patterns in the room. Men and women in black button-down shirts, silk blouses and snug dresses, some lay on couches, some on the floor. Whatever happened could get worse; he had to get moving, get the heck out. If you don’t take care of Number One, nobody else does.

You okay? a man asked, squatting by Orrell. We need to get outta here. Orrell could discern the man’s silhouette, getting occasional glimpses of the man’s face from one of few flickering TVs mounted on the walls. He had long stubble, bushy eyebrows, and looked, as best as Orrell could tell through the flicker, twenty to thirty years his senior.

Orrell dabbed his fingers on his pulsating temples then inspected them.

Don’t see any blood either, the man said, but we gotta move fast.

What happened? asked Orrell, making to get up but his legs surrendering.

"Hell if