{"id":65,"date":"2008-05-11T00:00:05","date_gmt":"2008-05-11T04:00:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.spacewesterns.com\/?p=65"},"modified":"2022-12-14T13:57:48","modified_gmt":"2022-12-14T18:57:48","slug":"a-man-called-mister-brown-camp-adonis","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.spacewesterns.com\/articles\/a-man-called-mister-brown-camp-adonis\/","title":{"rendered":"A Man Called Mister Brown: Camp&nbsp;Adonis"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"serial-posts-wrapper\">\n<h3 class=\"serial-posts-heading\"><span class=\"serial-post-text\">Read more from this serial.<\/span><\/h3>\n<ul class=\"serial-posts\">\n<li class=\"serial-posts-list-item\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.spacewesterns.com\/articles\/a-man-called-mister-brown\/\" title=\"A Man Called Mister Brown\">A Man Called Mister Brown<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"serial-posts-list-item\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.spacewesterns.com\/articles\/a-man-called-mister-brown-ms-hitt\/\" title=\"A Man Called Mister Brown: Ms. Hitt\">A Man Called Mister Brown: Ms. Hitt<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"serial-posts-list-item\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.spacewesterns.com\/articles\/a-man-called-mister-brown-mr-green\/\" title=\"A Man Called Mister Brown: Mr. Green\">A Man Called Mister Brown: Mr. Green<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"serial-posts-list-item\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.spacewesterns.com\/articles\/a-man-called-mister-brown-the-ishtar-death-march\/\" title=\"A Man Called Mister Brown: The Ishtar Death March\">A Man Called Mister Brown: The Ishtar Death March<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"serial-posts-list-item current-inactive\">A Man Called Mister Brown: Camp Adonis<\/li>\n<li class=\"serial-posts-list-item\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.spacewesterns.com\/articles\/a-man-called-mister-brown-mars-in-winter\/\" title=\"A Man Called Mister Brown: Mars in Winter\">A Man Called Mister Brown: Mars in Winter<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"serial-posts-list-item\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.spacewesterns.com\/articles\/a-man-called-mister-brown-to-the-underworld\/\" title=\"A Man Called Mister Brown: To the Underworld\">A Man Called Mister Brown: To the Underworld<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"serial-posts-list-item\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.spacewesterns.com\/articles\/a-man-called-mister-brown-the-graves-speak\/\" title=\"A Man Called Mister Brown: The Graves Speak\">A Man Called Mister Brown: The Graves Speak<\/a><\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<\/div>\n\n<p class=\"section\"><span class=\"dc\"><strong>T<\/strong><\/span>he camp commander, a Cybe named Lyme, was an old acquaintance of Armini Hitt. The Terran Fleet almost always cooperated with the ATAF and its operatives.<\/p>\n<p>He personally welcomed her to Camp Adonis, the asteroid where the Fleet housed a classified number of prisoners. In the low gravity, flesh deteriorated and living bone became brittle when untreated \u2014 but Cybes suffered hardly any physical problems.<\/p>\n<p>Ms. Hitt\u2019s ATAF shuttle landed and was hauled down into the hangar cave. Among the parked warships she noticed one: its insignia had been painted over, and it showed signs of wear and tear.<\/p>\n<p>Commander Lyme came over to her on a baggage train, and they embraced. Taller than her, Lyme had a lean build and short gray hair.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou haven\u2019t changed, Hitt,\u201d he said when their lips had parted. \u201cStill that strawberry taste.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI remember what you like,\u201d Hitt replied, and felt his body for signs of changes. \u201cGot upgraded?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIf you can stay 48 hours, I\u2019ll show you.\u201d He released her. \u201cRight now I\u2019m busy.\u201d He moved the baggage train to the shuttle\u2019s cargo bay and let the robots unload it. \u201cWhat\u2019re you up to?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLet\u2019s talk about it someplace private,\u201d she said. \u201cSay, that old ship&#8230; seems familiar.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Lyme nodded. \u201cIt\u2019s unbelievable, I tell you. The <em>Babykiller<\/em>\u2019s been missing for three years, and 48 hours ago it just popped up on our screens \u2014 halfway between Earth and this rock. I sent out a boarding party, they found two passengers and a broken-down robodog. The ship was armed, but somebody had jammed the cannons \u2014 otherwise they could have fried my crew!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cTwo passengers. A NeoMartian and an Old Terran with brown skin?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHow did you know?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAgency business. Could I see them?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOf course. I was going to visit them anyway. The Greenie, Mr. Vaino \u2019Green\u2019 Fingers, a real character, he served me this crazy story.\u201d Lyme tried to suppress a smile. \u201cThey\u2019d been held hostage on Venus, and escaped in a captured warship that the enemy stored in a cave somewhere. The lie-detector doesn\u2019t work on Greenies \u2014 they can control their blood pressure \u2014 so we\u2019re holding them here until they decide to talk.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Lyme detached their car from the baggage train, and steered it toward the prison block.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAnd the Terran?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMr. Brown. A known freelancer, but&#8230; willful. The lie-detector\u2019s got problems with him too, not sure why. Damned nuisance. He might be working for the Stinkers. I\u2019ll keep him here&#8230;\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201c&#8230;until he talks. Good.\u201d Hitt gave Lyme a squeeze where she knew a Cybe would feel it. \u201cI might have an offer for you&#8230; after you show me those upgrades.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=\"section\"><span class=\"dc\"><strong>T<\/strong><\/span>he 1,000 prisoners in Camp  Adonis lived and died in a 150 meter wide, oval space in the very center of the asteroid. Gravity here was so low that anyone could kick himself from one end to another; \u201cfloor\u201d and \u201cwall\u201d were the same. Each prisoner had just about enough space to sleep; there were 10 toilets. Every 12 hours, the lights dimmed to simulate night. Holo-shows were screened once every standard day.<\/p>\n<p>A handful of bots served as prison-guards. All the bots were blind and navigated by radar and sound alone: no cameras were allowed inside the asteroid. Human personnel served week-long shifts and were quickly replaced before they could get sick from the foul air.<\/p>\n<p>The life-support system recycled water from the prisoners\u2019 body waste, and fertilized the greenhouse with the dry parts of the waste. A persistent rumor circulated among the prisoners, that their meager rations were partly made up of processed meat from dead prisoners, as a form of torture.<\/p>\n<p>The rumor was only partly true: the purpose of reprocessing was to save up on expenses.<\/p>\n<p>Prisoners <em>M-0089 Fingers<\/em> and<em> T-0010 Brown <\/em>were on latrine duty when Ms. Hitt came to visit.<\/p>\n<p class=\"section\"><span class=\"dc\">\u201c<strong>N<\/strong><\/span>ice work, Brownie.\u201d Green adjusted his filter mask. \u201cI could have been the richest man in the universe, and you had to ruin everything.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Brown seemed more exasperated than angry. \u201cIf I had let you shoot down that boarding party, we\u2019d both be vaporized now. This base is part of the Terran defense ring, and is armed with a proton cannon. It\u2019s your own fault the ship\u2019s cloaking broke.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>In order to unclog the septic tanks in low gravity, the men peered into dirty inspection windows to see where the remote-operated suction tools and brushes would go. To watch raw sewage slosh around for a whole ten-hour shift got boring quickly. They pulled and turned the control rods on the tank lids, and slowly stirred the slag that had packed around the pumping valves.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWatch out!\u201d a hoarse voice shouted from the vicinity. \u201cIncoming jumper!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Green and Brown looked toward the center of the cave, where a human figure came hurtling past the hovering floodlights. The falling man was hugging a plastic bag filled with air, and propelled himself with the exhaust hole. As he passed the center of the cave, his velocity increased and the deflating bag made a loud fart-noise.<\/p>\n<p>The jumper slammed headfirst into the concrete some ten meters from the sewage tanks. He did not fall very fast, but his deteriorated skull cracked like an eggshell.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIf I don\u2019t get out of there soon,\u201d Green said, \u201cI\u2019ll go crazy. Martians must breathe open air and sunlight to live. I\u2019ll break out!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWe\u2019ve only been here one day.\u201d Brown glanced at the curved, inverted landscape. \u201cAt least the other cons are too weak to give us trouble. Their bones are so brittle you could snap\u2019em in half with one hand.\u201d His gaze locked briefly on one convict nearby: a grotesquely emaciated Moonie in ragged clothing, who lay curled up against a column. Bags of water and food lay next to him, empty; he was gnawing on his own hands. The skin of his knuckles was worn down so badly that bones and red flesh were showing, and his feet were covered with blue sores.<\/p>\n<p>Brown looked away. \u201cI didn\u2019t know it was this bad.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Green and Brown still wore their own clothes, for nobody had tried to steal them. Serial numbers had been tattooed on the back of their hands &#8212; old-fashioned, buy maybe that was just part of the punishment.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBROWNNN!\u201d came a cry from the mass of huddled, hollow-eyed prisoners; the echo rang through the closed environment. A large, extremely hairy figure came toward the septic tanks, in skips and jumps. His arms bulged as thick as his legs, and he was too fat to have spent much time in the camp.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cToe-Eater.\u201d Brown\u2019s scowl deepened. \u201cGo hide, Green. I framed this guy for busting up a place on the Moon, and he\u2019s still mad at me.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI can see that!\u201d Green took a clumsy step and sailed away in an arc.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYOU\u2019RE DEAD, BROWN!\u201d The giant First Martian bounded off the wall and dived down at Brown, who didn\u2019t try to escape. Toe-Eater opened his gap and showed his sharp filed molars. In a few seconds he would hit his target and tear it apart.<\/p>\n<p>Brown\u2019s eyes widened, and suddenly he grabbed a control-rod with both hands. Holding onto the rod as a lever, he rushed around it to gain momentum. His feet flew up in the air and hit the side of Toe-Eater\u2019s head with a crunching noise. Toe-Eater flew away and against the wall, bounced off it, bounced again and rolled into the crowd like a bowling ball. Brown winced at the snapping noises Toe-Eater\u2019s body made as it pummeled other prisoners.<\/p>\n<p>Green came out of hiding and watched as Brown spun around the rod, braking with his feet until he had slowed down enough to stand up.<\/p>\n<p>Brown held his stomach; his knees wobbled. \u201cStay away. I\u2019m gonna throw up&#8230;\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou never killed a man before, Brownie?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>He groaned. \u201cAll that spinning&#8230;\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Then they saw the guard-bots approach like huge black spiders, fixing them in their spotlights and laser-sights.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI didn\u2019t do anything!\u201d Green cried. \u201cIt was him! That psycho Terran!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Lyme\u2019s voice sounded from the speakers on the bots\u2019 heads: \u201cPrisoners Brown and Green. The guards will take you in for interrogation. You have a visitor.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Green looked at Brown, who shook his head. Neither of them had expected visitors.<\/p>\n<p class=\"section\"><span class=\"dc\"><strong>T<\/strong><\/span>he robots brought them to a cell. It had padded seats and handlebars on all walls and floors. The room was separated down the middle by a transparent wall.<\/p>\n<p>From the door on the other side entered Lyme, wearing his dark-blue uniform and white gloves, and another Cybe \u2014 a stunning female in a hip-hugging jumpsuit. Ash-blond hair floated like a halo around her pale, oval face. She looked Brown in the eyes and pursed her gray synthetic lips. Her irises shifted from silver to dark blue and her gaze lingered, moving quickly down and up his body.<\/p>\n<p>Brown gave her a scowl. \u201cHaven\u2019t seen you in a while, Hitt,\u201d he said, knowing that she would hear him.<\/p>\n<p>Green didn\u2019t know her, but he leered at the female and licked his green lips. \u201cI have always been a friend of Cybes,\u201d he declared a little too loudly. \u201cMartians and Cybes are natural allies. We have taken our destiny into our own hands, and cast off the shackles of Old Ea \u2014\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cShut up!\u201d Lyme\u2019s irises shifted to red, and he pointed a finger at Green. A thin red beam shot out from the fingertip and hit Green\u2019s stomach. The NeoMartian grasped his midsection and doubled over in pain.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLeave me alone with them,\u201d Hitt said. \u201cNo mikes.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBut \u2014\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThis is about my offer,\u201d she whispered, leaning back against Lyme\u2019s chest. \u201cThe Fleet hears, the offer dies.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Lyme nodded, turned off the laser in his finger, and left the room.<\/p>\n<p>Hitt\u2019s eyes turned completely black as she scanned the room for bugs. She spotted one in the ceiling, grabbed a handlebar, jumped up and squashed the bug with the tip of her shoe.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOkay,\u201d she said, landing slowly on the floor. \u201cListen good, Brown. I know about the Lost Plutonium. Green found one of the men who stole it, and Green\u2019s going to tell me everything he knows. And since you came with Green, you must know something too.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Green swallowed and hid behind Brown. The Afrosian produced a toothpick and bit into it.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI won\u2019t lie,\u201d he said. \u201cI saw that man die on Venus. Green had been talking to him.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Now the NeoMartian protested. \u201cI don\u2019t know nothing! Son-of-a-Pink died before he could tell me the precise location!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Hitt scanned the two men for a few seconds, and her eyes regained their silvery hue. She squinted. \u201cIt\u2019s hard to read you. At least <em>one<\/em> of you is lying. And if you really don\u2019t know anything&#8230;\u201d she made a smug face. \u201cEnjoy your stay. They say the food is really special.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She grabbed another handlebar and made for the door.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWait!\u201d said Brown. \u201cGreen\u2019s lying. He knows something I don\u2019t.\u201d Hitt stopped and turned her head. She had a long slender neck, the exact same pale color as her face; the thick wires barely showed underneath the skin. \u201cThe shipment lies buried in an unregistered graveyard that\u2019s not on any map. The man told me the name of the grave, but not the location of the graveyard. It could lie anywhere in the Solar System, maybe not even on a planet. Green has got to know.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Green gaped, his lower jaw moved mechanically up and down, his eyes bulged; he moved for the door and clawed at the lock. \u201cI know nothing!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Hitt reached for a ceiling handlebar and lifted herself without effort, then hung upside down and regarded them with renewed curiosity. \u201cYou\u2019re not much making sense, either of you. If I knew the location of the graveyard, why would I need the name of one single grave? I\u2019ll dig up the whole place until I find the shipment. One ton of plutonium leaves a radioactive signature you can\u2019t miss. Green, you are going to talk.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cShe\u2019s going to try and seduce me,\u201d Green confided to Brown. The Terran gave the Martian a disbelieving stare. \u201cI have that effect on women, all kinds.\u201d He grinned and headed for the door. \u201cGoodbye, Brownie!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The door slid open for him and Green slinked away; the door immediately shut after him. When Brown turned around, Ms. Hitt had also left.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cGreen, you sad sorry bastard,\u201d Brown muttered and rubbed his stiff neck.<\/p>\n<p>He waited a while.<\/p>\n<p>A window opened in the far wall, and he could look outside. Brown saw the interior of the transparent cage that surrounded the interrogation room, with a full view of the whole prison block. Around the cage, all the prisoners were watching.<\/p>\n<p>The guard-bots were holding the terrified Green, while Lyme removed his white gloves and revealed his artificial hands. Shiny metal studs grew out of the knuckles, part of his skeleton.<\/p>\n<p>Ms. Hitt stood next to the cell window; she peeked in and winked at Brown, then folded her arms and watched Green patiently.<\/p>\n<p>Lyme spoke to the prison block through the loudspeaker system: \u201cSing, everybody. Sing the anthem of the United Planets. If I spot anyone not singing, all your food rations are cut by half!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>He switched on the music, and a recorded marching-band rendition of <em>United Planets Forever<\/em> filled the cave. At first mumbling, then in thin voices, the one thousand prisoners sang:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><em>From the Sun <\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>To the Rim<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Every human<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Are as one<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>All we strive<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>to be free<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>to be all<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>we can be&#8230;<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Lyme began to hit Green \u2014 mechanically, methodically, left-hand slap followed by right-hand slap, working him over from head to knee, then back again. Green screamed from the very first slap and didn\u2019t stop screaming.<\/p>\n<p>Hitt looked bored.<\/p>\n<p>Brown clenched his fists and teeth. All he could do was watch, to learn whether Green was going to survive. The marching-band drowned out the screams and grew to a crescendo as the prisoners\u2019 brittle voices sang the refrain:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><em>United, all our many planets<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em> United in our quest for peace<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em> United, working all together<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em> For a future harmony&#8230;<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Brown pressed his hands over his ears. The anthem had ten verses.<\/p>\n<p class=\"section\"><span class=\"dc\"><strong>T<\/strong><\/span>he music finished, and Commander Lyme wiped his hands before he put his gloves back on. \u201cHe\u2019s all yours, Hitt. My quarters in five hours?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She nodded, lifted Green and carried him back into the cell where Brown waited.<\/p>\n<p>Brown\u2019s designer-tissue coat contained medical patches. He took off the coat, removed Green\u2019s bloodied shirt and jacket, and wrapped the coat around the Martian\u2019s upper body and head. He filled a flask from the wall tap and poured the water over Green\u2019s swollen face.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou might as well tell her,\u201d Brown said. \u201cOr we\u2019re both gonna die here.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Green coughed up purple-red blood and gazed at Brown through thick, clotted eyelashes. \u201cI&#8230; tell&#8230; them&#8230; <em>nothing<\/em>. Let her take us away first. Tell her&#8230; we say nothing more unless she takes me home.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou don\u2019t have a home.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhen you\u2019re about to die&#8230; then you remember where you came from. Tell her&#8230; that I long for my home planet&#8230; in the winter. I must go to Mars in the winter. Remember. Mars in the winter&#8230;\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Brown nodded, stood up, and knocked on the cell door.<\/p>\n<p class=\"section\"><span class=\"dc\"><strong>M<\/strong><\/span>s. Hitt\u2019s quarters in Camp  Adonis consisted of a low-ceilinged, wide bedroom with a bathroom alcove. Handlebar niches dotted the ceiling. Her luggage lay scattered on the floor. In the very light gravity, Brown and Hitt moved around by their hands, merely touching the floor with their feet.<\/p>\n<p>Hitt ran a finger down the middle of her jumpsuit and the fabric split open, folding together by her feet. She stepped out of her shoes and toward Brown; he stood with his back to the door.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHave you ever done it with a Cybe?\u201d she asked. Her irises shifted to a luminous dark blue.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNot that I know of, no. I figured I\u2019d end up getting my genitals squeezed flat.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThat\u2019s a myth.\u201d At once she seemed quite serious, as if his words had hurt. \u201cInside, I\u2019m just like real flesh. Soft. Moist. Yielding.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Brown\u2019s gaze tried to stay on her face but kept wandering down, to her hips; Hitt\u2019s pubic hairs were the exact same white color as her eyebrows.<\/p>\n<p>He asked: \u201cDo you <em>feel <\/em>things, the same way as before you were changed?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Hitt raised her arms above her head and grabbed the ceiling, letting her breasts jut forward. \u201cWhat do you think?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI don\u2019t know what to think.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI know what you\u2019re thinking.\u201d A smile played on her lips when she glanced at the bulge in his pants. \u201cThat\u2019s why women rule the world, Brown. We had to take charge, to keep men from destroying everything.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThe way you keep men like Lyme from destroying other people?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She smirked and tossed hair from her face. \u201cYou couldn\u2019t find a sane person to do his job. I use Lyme as long as it serves a greater purpose. The shipment will be used to free people.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The bulge in Brown\u2019s pants began to shrink. \u201cCut the speech. You\u2019re no better than Green.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Hitt brought her arms down, grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him close. \u201cYou want to rot here? With your ethics and the other human garbage?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Brown swallowed. Hitt\u2019s knuckles were squeezing his windpipe, and her Cybe body had at least twice his strength.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cGreen will die rather than talk, as long as he thinks you\u2019ll dump him here. You need \u2014 we need him. He won\u2019t live long in this environment. And we need your resources to move the shipment. Take us to Mars in the winter, and we\u2019ll take you to the site.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Hitt released his collar and he drew a deep breath.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI suppose you want to negotiate your share?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The bulge in Brown\u2019s pants rebounded. \u201cSo you can read minds?\u201d Now he smiled.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAlways could.\u201d She put her arms around him, and he tasted her body. Hitt released scented pheromones through micropores in her skin. The chemicals helped her partner perceive her as a person of flesh and blood.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cStrawberry?\u201d he asked, without stopping. \u201cInside too?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Hitt hummed a yes, and pulled him down onto the bed.<\/p>\n<div id=\"serial-posts-wrapper\">\n<h3 class=\"serial-posts-heading\"><span class=\"serial-post-text\">Read more from this serial.<\/span><\/h3>\n<ul class=\"serial-posts\">\n<li class=\"serial-posts-list-item\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.spacewesterns.com\/articles\/a-man-called-mister-brown\/\" title=\"A Man Called Mister Brown\">A Man Called Mister Brown<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"serial-posts-list-item\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.spacewesterns.com\/articles\/a-man-called-mister-brown-ms-hitt\/\" title=\"A Man Called Mister Brown: Ms. Hitt\">A Man Called Mister Brown: Ms. Hitt<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"serial-posts-list-item\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.spacewesterns.com\/articles\/a-man-called-mister-brown-mr-green\/\" title=\"A Man Called Mister Brown: Mr. Green\">A Man Called Mister Brown: Mr. Green<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"serial-posts-list-item\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.spacewesterns.com\/articles\/a-man-called-mister-brown-the-ishtar-death-march\/\" title=\"A Man Called Mister Brown: The Ishtar Death March\">A Man Called Mister Brown: The Ishtar Death March<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"serial-posts-list-item current-inactive\">A Man Called Mister Brown: Camp Adonis<\/li>\n<li class=\"serial-posts-list-item\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.spacewesterns.com\/articles\/a-man-called-mister-brown-mars-in-winter\/\" title=\"A Man Called Mister Brown: Mars in Winter\">A Man Called Mister Brown: Mars in Winter<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"serial-posts-list-item\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.spacewesterns.com\/articles\/a-man-called-mister-brown-to-the-underworld\/\" title=\"A Man Called Mister Brown: To the Underworld\">A Man Called Mister Brown: To the Underworld<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"serial-posts-list-item\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.spacewesterns.com\/articles\/a-man-called-mister-brown-the-graves-speak\/\" title=\"A Man Called Mister Brown: The Graves Speak\">A Man Called Mister Brown: The Graves Speak<\/a><\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<\/div>\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Part 5 of the 8 part <em>A Man Called Mister Brown<\/em> serial by A.R. Yngve finds Vaino &ldquo;Green&rdquo; Fingers and Mister Brown in a prison camp, where they come face to face with Ms. Hitt. <em class=\"nobr\">&mdash; ed, N.E. 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