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Rogue Command
Despite the global crisis there are still criminal elements who would take advantage of the situation for their own ends. Richard Reece and Tom Race are called on again to
intervene . . . but there is worse to come, threatening the termination of mankind’s existence on this planet.
Genre: Crime/Thriller/Adventure
Category: Science Fiction
Subcategory: Sci-fi Series (Kalahari)
Author: A.J. Marshall
Paperback, 400 Pages
ISBN: 0-9551886-4-4 / 978-0-9551886-4-0
Planned for release November 2010
Synopsis
The remaining Kalahari crystals have provided an energy stop-gap for selected countries. This has enabled their governments to maintain a workable democracy and re-buff the ever-growing tide of anarchy which is engulfing the world. Rushed attempts to re-instate obsolete and unreliable nuclear power stations by some other crumbling democracies have caused several accidents, adding yet more contamination to an already heavily polluted atmosphere. Life on the planet’s surface is dying, starved of sunlight. The International Space and Science Federation is trying to analyse the molecular structure of the crystals. Developed countries are accelerating the construction of underground cities; here there is one energy source still available – heat from the earth’s molten core. However, something is returning to haunt humanity and the machines of man are ineffectual against it. A call to the past may be our last hope . . . .
Extract from the book
"Sir, Enigma has released the contaminated pod, five minutes to commencement of re-entry!"
"Is there anything left, anything at all?"
"Negative, Sir. Central Wing is all but destroyed; we have three D Class returning badly damaged. There is nothing else; anything that moves on her is vaporised."
"Where is the pod now?"
"Aligning with the trajectory corridor; positioning for re-entry, Sir."
"Then we are lost. Once it descends into the lower levels the Humatron will eject the diffusers. Mass homicide . . . extinction within months."
"Wait a minute, Sir! I’ve got a trace, climbing through the stratosphere."
"Sergeant, quickly, lock onto that contact. What is it, where is it from?"
"Whatever it is, Enigma has seen it and she’s manoeuvring, reducing orbital concentricity, to get a better angle for her laser. Can’t be more than a few seconds."