Waveoff (Murphy's Lawless Book 6) by Chris Kennedy

Author:Chris Kennedy [Kennedy, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Beyond Terra Press
Published: 2020-08-13T22:00:00+00:00

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Chapter 7

Aliza Turan woke to voices in the dark and froze for a second until her brain was awake enough to focus. She’d thought the memory had been put behind her, but vestiges of it were still obviously lurking in the dark places of her mind.

“Over there,” a woman said grumpily, pointing to Aliza.

A shadow moved from the woman who’d spoken to Aliza’s bed. “Miss Turan?”

“Yes?”

“Captain Moorefield needs you at the command tent.”

“Be right there,” she said, now fully awake. She smiled. Being needed always catapulted her out of the past and into the present; it made everything right and reminded her that, yes, she had a purpose in life again.

As soon as the man left, she pushed off the scratchy blanket, dressed quickly, and made her way to the command tent. Even though she’d hurried, she saw as she entered that she wasn’t the first to arrive. She frowned slightly as she caught sight of Sergeant James Cook and Corporal Bob Parker already talking with Moorefield; she’d hoped to talk privately with him. There was obviously a mission or crisis to deal with. So, no moonlight walk, then.

Damn it.

Moorefield’s smile when he saw her, though, alleviated her disappointment a little. It also made her heart flutter.

“Thanks for coming,” Moorefield said. “We just got immediate tasking, and I need your help.”

Even better than a moonlight walk. “What is happening?” she asked, nodding to Cook and Parker.

“You know the interface craft and pilots that arrived yesterday?”

She nodded. “I met one of the pilots and one of the ground team. They asked about riding whinnies.”

Moorefield nodded. “They’re here to blow up the transmitter the J’Stull are building. There are two ground guys who are here to designate the targets so the aviators can drop bombs on them.”

“Designate them? Like put a big orange piece of material with a bullseye on the targets? One that reads, ‘Drop here?’” She smiled.

“Not really,” Moorefield said, and she could see he was determined to keep the conversation absolutely serious. Too important for even a small joke. That’s a bad sign. She dropped the smile.

Moorefield nodded, acknowledging the change in her bearing. “There are two men who have lasers. Their job is to point the lasers at the targets. The bombs the aviators are going to drop will see the reflected laser energy and guided down to them, eliminating the targets.”

Cook’s and Parker’s presence made sense. They led the squad with the best whinnie riders, and, along with her, were the best riders in the camp. Except for Moorefield, himself, who probably couldn’t go because he’d been up all day and was currently on duty.

“We need to get them to the target?”

Moorefield nodded. “The two ground guys have both ridden in the past, but they’ve never ridden whinnies, and they need to be able to if we’re going to get them where they need to be in time. I don’t want to send you on this, but you’re the most experienced person I

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