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The Bastion Prosecutor episode one
Author A.J. Marshall
Paperback, 400 Pages
ISBN 0-9551886-1-X / 978-0-9551886-1-9
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Synopsis
British astronaut and former Mars survey leader Richard Reece, has been removed from his duties pending court martial. The remarkable flight log of the crashed spaceship that he discovered on the red planet is missing; now only he is familiar with its vital contents. International governments, pressed by a critical energy shortage need his help. A deal is struck; but when Richard emerges from the protection of his incarceration, it becomes only too apparent that desperate criminals, with global ransom in mind, wish his silence. Meanwhile Tom Race, the clean-cut American fighter pilot and commander of the Enigma, battles with a different, more sinister enemy. Humanity is desperate for energy; can the Kalahari crystals be used, or is it too late? What other secrets will be unearthed from the dawn of civilized man during the search for enlightenment and what of their repercussions? The stakes are high; mankind’s fate is uncertain.
Extract from the book
By reflection their eyes met; both focused on the mirror. For the briefest moment they stared. The driver remained silent; but gestured over his shoulder before concentrating once again on the road ahead. Richard, turned and looked back through the small, elliptical rear window, he looked into the distance. There, almost as far back as he could see, was a pinprick of bright white light.
‘Another car, just another car,’ he ventured.
The driver’s head shook gently from side to side.
‘The road is closed, they have found us,’ he uttered menacingly.
‘Who has found us for god’s sake?’ demanded Richard, looking over his shoulder again.
The light grew brighter, closer. Richard became aware of the Jaguar’s speed, its engine no longer purring, but whining, working, straining.
‘This car’s heavy, a ton twenty, that’s the best I can do,’ enlightened the driver again, his eyes now barely leaving the mirror.
The remark passed over Richard’s head as he contemplated, with increasing anxiety, the ever-nearing threat. Within minutes, the growing dot of light split into two. Richard seemingly fixated, began to see the outline of a vehicle. It looked like a large sedan.
‘Who the hell are they?’ Richard asked.
The driver considered the question, then shrugged.
‘You should be told, for what good it will do you,’ he answered.
‘Well?’
‘Spheron, it’s Spheron, an assassination cell.’
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