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Summary

Doctor Elizabeth Palmer, works for the CIA, she's beautiful sensual and black, but even her multiple degrees won't prevent her from being thrust into the front line When terrorists threaten the continental United states and Great Britain with annihilation Doctor Elizabeth Palmer is forced to cancel her vacation and ordered to command a cross Atlantic task force to meet the threat head on despite her multiple degrees, which she believed exempted her from further field duty.

Status
Complete
Chapters
12
Rating
3.0 1 review
Age Rating
18+

Preface

“Keep the change” Robert said, handing the cabbie a five pound note, the cabbie squinted at the note in the poor light, his grey eyes lighting up, “Thank you laddie” he said, stuffing the bill into his shirt pocket, he put the car in gear, tipped his cap towards Robert driving off smiling. Robert surveyed the street quickly, except for the odd car parked here and there, it was deserted, a little quiet for this time of night, he thought, lifting his left arm in reflex to consult his wrist watch, at the same time he gave the four story building across the street a once over. 19:45 the digital read. The building was walled in twelve feet high, with a large steel gate fabricated like the gate of a prison cell, A large sign in bold letters, on the gate read PERKINS COMPUTERS

“Hmm more like Perkins armory” Robert thought, “Move on!!” “I seem to be lost”!! Robert shouted back through the darkness, at the voice behind the gate “ keep moving, and be picking up the pace a bit” Robert took a step off the curb, “halt”!! another voice commanded a little further into the darkness, “could I use your phone!” Robert shouted back, his hand reaching into the small of his back, he took another step towards the gate “Put him down”, the second voice commanded, but Robert’s knife was already airborne cutting through the cold night air with deadly accuracy

The first rifle shot missing him by inches, as he threw his one hundred eighty pound frame unto the asphalt, his knife buried to the hilt in the throat of the first voice, the man dropping to his knees, his eyes glazing over rifle clattering to the ground, hands clutching desperately at the knife. his world going black .