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HORIZON DYNASTY
Horizon Crossover (Book III)
The Agency is tired of Captain Rogers' urging for democracy in their region of space. Rogers soon realizes the Agency intends to use him and the crew of the Doubtful for their purposes or else. Can he gather the other captains of the sector in rebellion against the Agency, with all its echoes of his earlier battle against the Confederation, and bring down their repressive regime? Or will Rogers lead his crew into a fight they cannot win? — WATCH SERIES VIDEO
HORIZON DYNASTY [©2014] Book III of the Horizon Crossover series by Lyndi Alexander | Science Fiction / Space Opera (PG) 180 pages / 61,000 words | Available in ebook and print from the DFP Books label of Dragonfly Publishing
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CHAPTER 1:
HIDING in the shadows of the tall white brick building on a suburban street in the city of Primor'e, Temms Rogers and his four-member team waited for the signal to move. The light from Terza's second moon faded as it slipped below the horizon, settling the darkness in around them.
It was risky to attack an Agency outpost. But it had been a risk for the Agency to capture Temms' people, loyal members of his Doubtful crew, working on the Ancients' space station. One that wasn't going to pay off, if Temms had anything to say about it. He might not be able yet to rescue them, but he certainly intended to make the Agency take notice of him.
A light blinked across the street, at the corner of another old building. Once. Twice. Then twice more. Time to go.
"Tabio," he murmured.
A rustle behind him, then something muscular brushed his arm as it passed unseen. Temms watched the two guards standing in front of the building where he hid. First one, then the second, flailed and fell, their throats torn out by their invisible attacker.
Temms hesitated only long enough to spot Fuego captain C.T. Dutton and his four companions sprint across the street to the front steps of the Agency building, before he took his own team around the back. Shapeshifter Tabio, a scaly, efficient assassin clearing the way with his reptilian claws and teeth, would accompany Dutton's team.
Hampered by the absence of two of his best security men and his first officer, all trapped aboard the space station, Temms had chosen the most skilled that he had left. They edged, single file, along the wall, pausing briefly at the corner to assess the security force in the rear of the building. Nothing. Not a man posted.
"Brown?" Temms murmured.
Riviera Brown, a large black woman with a full Afro that made her look even larger, came forward, scanner in one hand, a laser pistol in the other. She leaned out around the corner of the building to inspect the steps, then activated the scanner. The device caught the image of several slow-moving light beams aimed in varying directions from the top of the building to the ground. "Think they be slick, these Agency trash."
Her lazy smile didn't fool Temms. He knew she was sharp as a sword's edge. "Take care of it."
"Yes, sir." Riviera dug in her pack and pulled out two fist-sized devices. She activated the smoke bombs, then tossed them toward the rear of the small yard behind the building. As expected, the light beams flicked in the direction of movement. "We're clear, Captain."
"Got the explosive?"
"Right here, sir."
"Go."
The four scampered along the building to the door. Standing with his back to the wall, Temms watched for defenders from the sides while Riviera and one of the others slapped an incendiary device and detonator on the door lock. "Clear," she said.
They all ducked down, faces turned away. The handle blew with a large pop, knocking the door askew on its hinges. Temms kicked it open and they raced inside.
An explosion above rattled the windows around them. "Remember, we're after destruction of things, not people." When the acknowledged his orders, he sent two men armed with a sack full of grenades through the basement, and then took Riviera up to the first floor to rendezvous with Dutton.
Another explosion greeted them as they exited the stairwell, a spray of shattered glass spreading across the fine carpet to their left. In the rooms he passed, polished antique furniture was overturned, upended, even splintered. Acrid smoke filled the air, and intermittent flames popped up, crackling as they devoured the expensive trappings of the Agency offices.
Delcin did say that his officers lived in an atmosphere of superior quality. Funny, their possessions burn just like those real people own.
The demolition filled his heart with precious vindication. The Agency had hurt him. He was giving it back full force. This entire operation was intended to take less than fifteen minutes, its purpose what they used to call "shock and awe" back in his Confederation days.
At the same time, he wasn't a monster. He and Dutton had purposely chosen the time of the attack to be one when the least number of Agency minions would be in the building, and the likelihood that passersby could get caught up in the carnage would be smallest. Just one powerful strike, with one message: "Don't screw with me."
He gestured with his left hand, sending Riviera down the hallway in that direction. He continued into the lobby, where a few blue-uniformed Agency clericals scattered in panic, trying to avoid the black-clothed, masked intruders.
A noise overhead made him glance up. Dutton had climbed onto the balcony over the lobby, and he gave Temms a grin and a thumbs-up before he cut down the large Agency flag with its black field and seven red stars. It gracefully rippled through the air as it drifted to the floor at Temms' feet. He studied it a moment, thought about the past four weeks that his officers, his son, had been held by the Agency. If he couldn't choke them, he at least had the power to destroy this symbol of their so-called superiority. He slipped a firebomb out of his pack and lit it, dropping it right into the center of that flag.
More explosions went off on the upper and lower floors, nearly in synchronicity. The whole building rocked. It was time.
"Let's go, people! We're finished here!"
[Copyright ©2023 Lyndi Alexander | No unauthorized reproduction or distribution]
REVIEWS
HORIZON DYNASTY is the third book that Lyndi Alexander has written in her Horizon Crossover series and is a winner by far. Captain Temms Rogers and the Agency are at odds again and the excitement builds when his crew and the captains of other vessels are united to bring down the Agency. Are the Ancients on their side or not? Who will win? This book will keep you engrossed all the way to the end. I highly recommend it. ~ reviewed by Janyce Brawn for Amazon Reviews [FIVE STARS]
SERIES
Horizon Shift • Horizon Strife • Horizon Dynasty • Sixshooter