Destination Atlantis (Ascendant Chronicles Book 2) by Brandon Ellis

Author:Brandon Ellis [Ellis, Brandon]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Brandon Ellis
Published: 2017-11-17T07:00:00+00:00

18

M-Quadrant, Solar System

Starship Atlantis

Spit leapt out of President Craig Martelle’s mouth as he spoke, his face red, his eyes wild. “You lost Jaxx? You had a kill team on him? Are you fucking mad, Slade? What are we going to do when we get to Callisto? He was the key.”

Slade crossed his arms, his brows creased. He stood erect, his chin high, his chest out. He wanted to slap the President. Slap him, hog tie him, and push him out an air lock. No one told Slade that he screwed up. No one!

“What the fuck are you doing to get him back?”

“Captain Richard Fox is on it, Mr. President.” Slade stared at Martelle – eyeball to eyeball. If it hadn’t been for Slade, none of their objectives would have been met. Slade wasn’t taking the President and the entire Democratic and Republican Party – who Slade referred to as DemoReps – on some joy ride. It had taken him years to create a program big enough to pull off a space mission of this magnitude and if it hadn’t been for the random Callisto discovery in May, the President would still have been be itching his crotch in a nervous twitch that his cabinet, his family, and his Republic – which he had a huge boner for – would still be in the crosshairs of Earth’s coming changes. In short, Slade had saved their damned asses and set them on a course to conquer the stars. Admiral Gentry had fucked it up, just a tidge, by opening fire on Callisto; and Fox was half way to Mars in a hot froth about killing Jaxx; but other than that, it wasn’t a total clusterfuck.

“This is a total clusterfuck, Slade.”

“Noted, Mr. President. Now, if you’ll excuse me?”

He pushed through the entourage, ignoring Craig’s mounting quibbles and concerns. He was done with this Jaxx character. He should have killed the archaeologist and Rivkah when he had the chance. He let them linger around him for far too long and only because he had a plan, a script that Jaxx and Rivkah were supposed to follow, and he wasn’t used to people going improv on him.

He tapped on his shoulder comm device. “Andrea Cross. Is everything set up?”

“Yes,” she replied. “We have a private room waiting for you.”

“Thank you, Doctor.”

Slade walked into a stairwell and descended a few decks. Pushing the door open into a lobby, he walked with wide steps, his posture strong. Entering a hall, he stopped at the first door and ran his ID across the control panel. The door beeped and slid upward.

“Right this way, Colonel.” A woman, dark brown hair swept up in a chignon, greeted him. She had on a white lab coat, much like the one Dr. Donny used to wear – his old hypnotherapy tech and physician, killed by friendly fire down in Underfoot Black.

“Thank you, Andrea.” He strode forward, following her into another room, the door shutting behind them.

She gave him a curt nod. “Have a seat here and we’ll hook you up.

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