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He found himself only to be stolen again. This time, though, it is not Kristian’s mind that is lost, but his soul. Suddenly without a conscience, the man formerly known as Kristian Clark has only goal: to make sure that no other being controls him again despite his weakened state. Whatever that means, and whatever it takes.
She found a reason to live only to lose it again. Her goal to find the lost children remains unchanged- and the Aisling’s need to remain focused on that end only strengthens. But with a new sociopath dead-set on the same mission, she finds the heart she thought died breaking in all new ways. Aisling knows one thing for sure, though: she will redeem what she lost. If that means sacrificing an innocent life, then heaven help them all.
Together with their motley allies, including Kristian’s un-fallen Alternate, a fellow sociopath, and the men who love her, they face the same impossible task. Fight against two enemy agencies to find twin innocent children and separate parallel worlds before the ashes of one burns the other.
Read an Excerpt from Operation Paradise Lost
I go to the old airplane hanger that got discontinued when Mr. Clark made teleportation a thing.
But the consoles are still there, while dormant. And I know from my days here helping take care of the planes that it can be coaxed to life and used to access the same files as the more heavily monitored computers.
Standing straight and tall as I pass my former colleagues, I do my best to skirt around the cameras’ views.
Then I come to the backdoor of the hangar, its fingerprint scanner still disarmed because no one cares enough to repair it. And I still have a copy of the key I made to manually unlock it.
Keeping it concealed in my sleeve, I undo the lock and then push the resistant door open as quietly as possible. It moans with neglect.
I slip in even though my body should not have been able to fit at this distance. But my will is strong.
Closing the door back behind me, I secure it again, so I will be left alone in this abandoned hangar.
I hurry up the rickety staircase to the overhang mounting the consoles. Coming to them, I choose the left one, my favorite.
Powering it up, I type in Marksman's password. I know all of the Counsel members' passwords by heart and have used them interchangeably. But he's the only one who would be arrogant not to have changed it by now— or at least, not to have altered it considerably.
Sure enough, the screen I need pops up, and I quickly move to his files. They’re all in code.
But, as his fill-in secretary from a time or two, I know them all by heart.
Liam taught me well.
Scanning the screen, my gaze falls on one. Dust of Eden. That’s what I need.
I open it, and several names pop up. The same names. The few people they've found loyal to the Amerios— or at east money— on both sides.
Two names appear prominently. Both of them are Dr. Atama Neber.
So brothers are a part of us? Neber never mentioned a brother, but he's a private sort. I haven't met the other one— or heard him mentioned by anyone else on the Council.
Unless— surely, Neber's Alternate isn't working on this project to exploit his own home?
Storing these thoughts for another time, my gaze falls on a set of letters and numbers.
Coordinates.
Thank heaven, it’s the coordinates.
Suddenly, a loud boom echoes through the chamber, and I stumble backward.
And find myself staring at a beam of light throwing a car down into the hangar.
I push myself up and hurry to the edge of the overhang, grasp the railing, and peer down at the mangled car.
And the Clarks lying battered inside.
No . . .
Suddenly, the garage door and backdoor both swing open and troops and scientists alike rush in.
And Guard mentioned from before looks up.
Sulphurous and Nitrous Foame.
Whirling around, I break the safety glass for the fireman ax and grasp its handle before burying it into the monitor. They won't be able to locate what exactly I was searching for. They won't know to change the coordinates again-
“Stop!” many voices call from below, and I know I’m only a moment away from having every gun aimed at me.
I dislodge the ax and bring it back down on the computer. Shards of glass fly everywhere.
A shot rings out. A warning shot. And only because I’m so well-liked. Or because my father is the Vice-president. One or the other.
I dare to strike the computer a third time.
And then a bullet slices through me.
Pulling it out, I find myself staring at a tranquilizer.
They want me alive.
About the Author:
Jes Drew is the author of the Ninja and Hunter trilogy, the Howling Twenty trilogy, the Kristian Clark saga, and the Castaways trilogy. She lives with her mom, dad, younger sister, four younger brothers, and two dogs, obsessing about her true love, Captain Steve Rogers. There is a possibility that she may or may not be a superhuman, but she hasn't discovered her powers. Yet. Also, she might be a spy, but that's classified.
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Jes Drew is the author of the Ninja and Hunter trilogy, the Howling Twenty trilogy, the Kristian Clark saga, and the Castaways trilogy. She lives with her mom, dad, younger sister, four younger brothers, and two dogs, obsessing about her true love, Captain Steve Rogers. There is a possibility that she may or may not be a superhuman, but she hasn't discovered her powers. Yet. Also, she might be a spy, but that's classified.
