The book is at the formatters and I’m hoping to make it live by the week’s end:D
“Are you watching this?” Minos wiggled his earpiece in place then turned to the holographic image wavering above his desk.
Wearing green uniforms, Abaddon’s guards swarmed through the puddles of emergency lights illuminating the streets of Sanctuary. Nearly a hundred men advanced in groups of four. Light streaked in front of them, hit a target then exploded in a burst on someone’s chest or back. The victim collapsed in a twitching pile.
The air kicked on, sending a cool stream into his utilitarian office. Desk, chair and two seats for guests. Not that he had any. Officially, he was planting pines in the Sierra Madres.
“Yes, I’m watching the same feed as you.” Amusement colored his lover’s voice.
Bile burned the back of his throat, and he swallowed it down. He wanted this, needed this to happen.
Dark Hope needed this to happen for civilization to survive.
Minos switched his attention to the airship tethered in the main square. Five squads had already taken out the tether holders and the workers unloading crates. “Is Security seeing this?”
“Not until I’m ready.”
The dirigible bucked and rose.
The guards trained their weapons on the airship. Blue lines cracked over the silver skin. Sparks sprayed the darkness beyond the ship lights before red and orange flames ate at the hull. The gondola hit the ground and bounced.
The fools! Why would they destroy the airship? Didn’t they see its value? Of course not. Outlanders were little more than barbarians.
Two Dark Hope security officers leaped out the cargo door.
The guards took them down.
Minos tightened the image on the men’s faces. White hair, craggy features.
“Christ! Is that Dawson?” Minos rubbed the knots dotting his neck and paced his office. Damn it. He hadn’t wanted his people to get hurt. Just the disposable Outlanders.
“Relax,” she soothed. “This will work in our favor.”
“It will certainly reinforce the need to protect ourselves.” Maybe a little too well. If the Cabinet thought Dark Hope’s security officers couldn’t handle restless natives, they might close the borders. That wouldn’t solve the problem.
Not at all.
He sank onto his chair. The faux leather closed around him. Cushion provided maximum support for his spine.
“It’ll do more than that.” She chuckled softly.
The hair on his neck rose.
His screen flickered for a moment then blinked out. “What do you mean?”
“Just return to Dark Hope on the first train. We will soon be at a critical stage of the mission.” The line went dead.