Book 4 of the Father of Contention series
Science Fiction / Fantasy
Date Published: 10-01-2021
Publisher: Tellwell Talent
After tragedy strikes the United States Capitol, a new government seizes control backed by an elite army brutally enforcing its new set of laws. Terror rapidly spreads throughout the nation, and then globally, as people fight back to preserve what’s most important to them . . . their freedom and their beliefs.
One puppet master holds the strings with two distinct objectives in mind: destroy the Christian population and obtain immortality for himself and his loyal followers.
To locate what he covets most, a motley cast of felons is hand-selected and sent to a remote island facility. Pooling their talents and resources, the group of ex-cons must find one of the most elusive, ancient wonders of the world. Or die trying.
But they are not alone on their quest. The map and the key to achieving immortality accompanies the group: teenager Dani Juris. She’s the one person who can help the puppet master reach his prize or prevent him and his army from destroying the world. The power is in her hands. The only glitch is that she’s already dead.
A quarter of a mile from the White House in Washington, D.C.,
Vice President Dean Ryzer waited in a discreet location—the
overstocked storage room in the bar of his half-sister Lou Lou—for
his handler to arrive. Nobody would know of this meeting, not even
Lou Lou; he made sure of that. He killed her yesterday. A “Closed
for Renovations” sign was hung on the entrance door that afforded
them all the privacy they would need to complete the transaction.
Normally not a violent man, things had dramatically shifted
in the last year. The VP lived with renewed purpose, and nothing
would interfere with the task he was given. It was a revolution of
sorts in which he played a vital role, although the credit would be
doled on someone else. An unsuspecting pawn who would take
the fall for Ryzer’s genius.
There were several missions concurrently planned, with all
of them intricately balanced upon each other, like a complicated
game of Jenga. But he felt his mission was the most important
piece in the puzzle. Without this next strategic move, all the other
plans would fail.
And they could not fail.
A light rapping at the back door made his heart skip a beat:
three consecutive taps, a pause and then one last tap. The code they
had agreed upon. Vice President Ryzer unlocked the deadbolt and
ushered in a tall woman with a floral-patterned shawl draped like
a cowl, meant to keep her face obscured. But once the door was
closed and the lock reengaged, she unravelled the cloth, revealing
a f lawless, cream-coloured complexion, and blond hair scraped
back into an austere bun taut enough to pull the wrinkles smooth
around her stone-cold blue eyes.
Through plump lips coated in blood red lipstick, the woman
greeted the VP and took a seat by a tower of liquor boxes. He
stood awkwardly in front of her. Not only her beauty caused him
to feel inferior, but her demeanour and level of power within the
organization reminded him that he was less important than he
had foolishly deigned to think, and if one tiny error occurred, he
would be squashed beneath her Louboutins with zero remorse.
Someone else would swiftly take his place.
“Do you have the money?” the VP asked. He remained standing
in the vain attempt to puff up his stature, looking down his nose at
her for a change, at least in a physical sense. The woman was cruel
and bitter, even before they “changed”—a friend of her father’s,
he had known her for years, witnessed many a tirade—yet it was
impossible to deny his attraction for the blond, even though he
feared her. Or perhaps that’s what added to his desire. He wanted
her in the way that a man wants what he can’t have. His handsome,
cleanshaven face, expensive black suit, and silk tie, thick, wavy black
hair perfectly arranged, were all lost on the woman. She couldn’t be
less interested in him. That snake would not be charmed.
She was there for one reason. Complete the mission.
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