The Guardsman- Honor of the Fallen by Douglas A Franklin

Author:Douglas A Franklin [Franklin, Douglas A]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-01-16T22:00:00+00:00

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John Smith stepped back into the shadows of the transit station several blocks away and slightly above the corporate Citadel's public landing square. The shunned man waited patiently looking the slight diagonal across the massive open-air plaza and air way to the ceremonial gate and was extremely careful to remain just outside of scan range. The day began drifting to evening; the massive towers began throwing their shadows over each other. John Smith disappeared from Persephone's view far too soon after he paid for the air car to take her to the public landing at the Palace.

She never realized how much people feared the legendary place. They went through three cars before finding the fourth driver, who was desperate, crazy or hungry enough for the three-block fare to the forbidden Citadel. She was less than two kilometers away and could be seen clearly from the upper level of the transit point.

As she approached home, she rolled her eyes at the ever-present media hawks that circled slowly just outside the kill zone and jockeyed for views of the patiently waiting guards. There was probably some channel that aired all the wasted footage of nothing happening all day and night, but she had never bothered finding it. She lived in the Palace after all, that would be like watching your own apartment on video while you sat in your apartment watching yourself on video. The absurdity of it made her smile.

Samson had admonished her to keep her hood up, but she was feeling daring. He should have guessed she was up to something when she wanted to fly to the main public open-air platform. As they neared the gates, she let her hood slip and shook out her hair. Persephone checked her small carry bag, to make sure it was closed and presentable. As she neared the gate, she reached into her shoe and under the insole pulled one of her two hold out coins. She rolled the gold ten thousand credit coin back and forth over her knuckles. She smiled at the inane gesture she had picked up from Samson. She rolled her eyes while she smiled to herself and closed her hand over the coin.

The vehicle slid the last few meters to the public landing square.

The last meters were covered extremely cautiously. No driver in their right mind got close to the Citadel gates at speed. It only had to happen a few times a year, but with all the cameras around the spectacular events were broadcast on every news circuit. The Citadel's automated defenses had routinely incinerated some idiot, or pack of idiots, once or twice a year since she was eight.

The air car touched ever so gently on the massive parking and receiving area. Persephone smiled to herself as she wondered if the driver was scared of breaking something if he didn’t use overwhelming caution with every move. Persephone reached over the divider and gently tapped the nervous driver's shoulder, "Thank you for the smooth ride." When he

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