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Her Spider Sense Went Nuts

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This week, Sara begins to realize how much trouble she is in. Is it awful to admit I loved getting her in trouble? To be fair, Sara is really good at getting herself out of tight spots, but this one…

“Henderson? This is Donovan.” 

Crackling silence. 


Okay, not good, but she’d been in some buildings where the radio didn’t work. She readied her P-90 and stepped to the side of the door again. It slid back and she cleared this room. 

So far, so good. 

Now she moved through a space that reminded her of the command consoles in the main control center, but on a smaller scale. And still no welcoming lights. She reached out to touch one and got a mental yank. 

“Okay, I won’t touch. Just tell me where I am.” 

Not even a crackling silence. 

Her spider sense was going nuts. She didn’t want to keep going. She stared at the door. If it, they, them, whatever didn’t want her to do this, why didn’t it let her go back the way she’d come? You can’t sit here forever, she told herself, but her feet didn’t move. Apparently they disagreed. She could almost hear Briggs jeering about her being a girl. 

She reined in her imagination and approached the door. Almost automatically, she held up her fist in the stop and quiet signal. She looked at it. 

“You’re just sad, Donovan.” 

The same spider sense had her turning off the P-90’s light. She stepped up to this door. It opened, with a blank wall ahead, corridors stretching off to her left and right. Sara crouched down and did a quick look in both directions. Could she hear footsteps some distance away? She wasn’t sure. 

She quietly tapped her radio again. “Henderson? Anybody?” 

If the owners of the footsteps had been friendly, they’d have heard her radio, even if a signal couldn’t get outside the building, it should work inside the building. She peeked out again, not sure which direction to go. It was lighter in this corridor, looked like natural light, but she couldn’t tell where it came from. Okay, that was definitely footsteps approaching. She angled her head from the right. She didn’t know why she felt the urge to move and move quickly. She just acted on it, turning and running in the opposite direction. She almost made the turn. 

Almost wasn’t good enough. 

A beam of light just missed her. She recognized it. 

A Dusan energy weapon.

Believe me when I say, this is just the beginning of Sara’s troubles. You can buy this book or you can get it for free when you subscribe to my newsletter!

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