Synopsis:
From the start of this science
fiction book, you are thrown into a fierce battle. Scarecrow, Sandy and their
teams must make split-second decisions as the enemy tries to overtake them.
The enemy is sly and wicked with
so many devices of illusions to its exposure that you struggle to keep up.
Wondering if the humans would ever stand a chance against the diabolical plans
manufactured against them.
When Michael, the archangel, and
his host appeared, I was spellbound. Whether here on earth or the vastness of
space, God is always watching over us. A reminder that the Heavenly Father is
never out of reach. God restores.
This is a story of good versus
evil summarized in a science fiction story with all the right elements to
capture the reader’s attention.
With the main villain and his
dedicated reptiles following him, they spear flawless assaults against the
humans, but soon the human aspect gets the upper hand. The price is high, and
the scores stacked against them, yet the human tenacity is the one attribute
that keeps this heroic team standing. A victory for humankind.
The visuals of this book are
lifelike and real. The descriptions of each character and situations, as well
as the narrative, take you into the heart of the story as you fight alongside
the humans to overpower the evil.
A must read to all science
fiction readers.
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Excerpt
She looked up at the firefight
now underway in both corridors. Despite her Marine’s best efforts, the enemy
was still advancing on their position. It was slow, but there was no way they
could hold off the reptilian’s assault long enough to get the outpost personnel
to safety, not to mention her own men. The first sergeant pulled back to join
his honcho as she conversed with the corporal.
“The snakeheads are messing with
our transporter,” she said to her first sergeant. “They’re using a dampening
field generator. The corporal says it’ll take hours to evacuate the outpost.”
“We don’t have hours, Colonel.”
the first sergeant replied in his deep baritone voice.
“I’d give us 40 minutes tops,
before we’re overrun.”
“Then we have to find the
snakehead generator and take it out.”
“Well, Colonel, good news is, the
enemy transporters have all shut down.” He thrust his scanner into her face. “I
count only 283 snakehead grunts, but in these cramped hallways, their lesser
numbers won’t matter. We’re evenly matched, and they’re a harder target to
eliminate. They’re going to wear us down, and we’ll have to fight a rearguard
action until they back us right through the wardroom doors. We can’t hold ‘em,
Ma’am. We need to get those civilians to safety in minutes, not hours.”
“I agree, First Sergeant. Sandy
clicked the comm and continued, “Corporal, keep trying to move personnel
through the transporter as quickly as you can. We’re going to try and locate
the snakehead generator and destroy it. Richardson out.”
Sandy turned back to her first
sergeant. “Let me see that scanner.” She took the device from her subordinate
and scrutinized the display. “Let’s see where they have this generator located.
We have a comprehensive schematic of this outpost. Maybe we can circumvent the
snakeheads and flank them.” Sandy manipulated the controls on the scanner so it
would search for the disruptive frequency of the enemy generator while several
of her Marine’s lobbed pulse-grenades at the advancing reptilian force. They
detonated with an ear-splitting report that would have deafened every defender
in the confined space of the hallway had it not been for the TAPS (Tactical
Audio Protection System) incorporated into their helmets.
“Where is it? Where is it?” Sandy
scanned the display, looking for the alien tech.
“There.” The first sergeant
pointed to the bottom corner of the ARI floating above the scanner where it
indicated the position of the generator.
“Okay, where is that relative to
us?” Sandy manipulated the scanner and found their location on the ARI
schematic.
“Hmmm, it’s not that far,
Colonel,” the first sergeant said. “We could drop down into the sublevel here,
and sneak past beneath the snakeheads. We could use our own dampening field
generators to mask our signal.”
“Did we bring any with us?”
“Private Kelly has a couple. He’s back in the wardroom.” “Alright, go retrieve
them. I’ll be right on your six.” The first sergeant turned and headed away
from the fray as Sandy tapped her comm. “Scrivens, Richardson. Come in, over.”
“Scrivens. You’re lima-charlie,
over.”
“Mark, I need to execute a search
and destroy mission. Can you spare any of your Red Boots, over?”
“We’re havin’ fun givin’ the
snakeheads a bloody nose over here, so yeah, I could let you have a fire team,
Colonel. Would that be enough, or do you need a squad, over?”
“One fire team ought to do it. Have them meet me in the wardroom. Richardson out.”
Sandy burst through the doors of
the wardroom, and what she found there made her heart sink.
Only about ten of the outpost
personnel had gotten through the transporter to safety, none of them female.
There was no line with women in the front, and her Marines were struggling to
hold back a seething, churning mass of humanity, all of whom were frantic to
reach the transporter and escape. Everyone was shouting and screaming, their
eyes wild with fear and desperation, clawing at the Marines, attempting to
overpower them and reach the transporter.
Corporal Adams was at the
transporter controls, fighting to activate it once more. He managed to succeed,
and the panel lit up with its requisite rainbow of colored light. When the
crowd saw it spring to life, the cacophony jumped to a new level, and everyone
went mad with a frenzied panic to reach it and escape their nightmare
situation.
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