At long last, it is my pleasure to bring you all your first glimpse at the final book of the SubVersion Trilogy, THE DARK THRESHOLD. Enjoy trying to figure out what the hell is going on!
EXCERPT #1
The
resounding thud of rockets impacting on the tank was dwarfed by the
double sonic boom that crashed over Daniel and his men, huddled on
the ground while the two fighters screamed overhead and arced upward
into the overcast sky. Daniel heard windows shatter in the buildings
behind him. He gingerly raised his head and looked down the bridge
towards the tank.
All
that was left of the once fearsome machine was a pile of twisted
black wreckage, the carcass of some giant fighting beetle squashed by
an even more giant boot. Its remains sparked and burned, shooting off
a metallic pinging noise as unfired rounds in its destroyed magazine
cooked off and detonated.
“And
that's how we do that,” the comm announced, with more than a hint
of pride. “Those tanks are a bitch to take out.”
Daniel
tapped the comm button. “It's good to have you in my sky again,
Benaras. You keep on blowing shit up.” He stood and shouted to his
men. “Into the trucks! We're running out of time!”
As
the group rushed back into their assault vehicles Daniel's comm
crackled again. It was Cooke this time. “What else do you need
destroyed?” he asked in his sonorous voice. “Our sensors are
picking up at least two more autotanks in your immediate area, and a
lot of movement on the street beyond your bridge. Looks like it might
be your SubVersion army.”
Daniel
swung into the lead truck's passenger seat. “If you can, buzz the
whole lot of them. Clear us a path to Central Admin's front door.
That's where we're going.”
“Roger
that.”
“Feel
free to soften up Central Admin's security perimeter too, while
you're at it.”
“Roger
that too.”
“And
Cooke?” Daniel hesitated, his stomach and his heart sinking. “Don't
hit Central Admin itself. There's someone inside that we have to get
out, alive.”
“We'll
make it happen. Out.”
Daniel
slammed the door shut and leaned to the driver. “Go! Get us over
this damn bridge!”
