III
A b****y Hurricane OneCampbell used his laser badge to identify himself to the penthouse exit and the executive jet-elevator that ran along the exterior of the sixty-floor building. He grinned with pride down at his authoritative badge of power. It allowed him access to literally anywhere in the known galaxy except those areas under military jurisdiction.
I wouldn't want anything to do with those military idiots and their police force anyway, he thought. They don't have enough accumulated gray matter in their brain pans to fill a walnut.
He stepped into the transparent elevator bubble and gazed out at the deceptively peaceful late-night skyline. He wondered if there was vicious killer walking those violent streets with an insane mind that squirmed over his or her recent attack of a
