Dark Angel: The Eyes Only Dossier [Paperback]

D.A. Stern (Author)

Book Description

Series: Dark Angel | Publication Date: February 4, 2003

Seattle ca. A.D. 2020 A post-Pulse city crawling with cops on the take, crooks on the make, genetically engineered supersoldiers, and hundreds of thousands of plain folks just hanging on by a thread to the sputtering engine that was once the all-powerful American economy . . .

November 12, 2021: My name is Logan Cale—though whoever finds this material will undoubtedly know me better as Eyes Only. In the years after the Pulse struck, greed, corruption, and cruelty exploded on a scale I never before imagined possible. Something had to be done.

I began working as an investigative journalist to expose the truth, but the truth brought a lot of enemies out of the woodwork. So I went undercover, and EYES ONLY was born. For years, with the help of a lot of good people, we’ve uncovered many wrongs and made them right. No matter what the dangers, this work needs to survive, and continue . . . especially some of the more explosive facts still need to be revealed. Facts concerning the Grand Coulee massacre, the secret government program known as The Phoenix Project, and the Conclave’s breeding program, to name but a few.

Putting these documents together in one place poses a big risk—not just to the corrupt, but to the innocent as well. Yet the chance that these truths might remain unspoken is an even bigger risk.

People may die, but the truth must live on.

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Seattle ca. A.D. 2020 A post-Pulse city crawling with cops on the take, crooks on the make, genetically engineered supersoldiers, and hundreds of thousands of plain folks just hanging on by a thread to the sputtering engine that was once the all-powerful American economy . . .

November 12, 2021: My name is Logan Cale—though whoever finds this material will undoubtedly know me better as Eyes Only. In the years after the Pulse struck, greed, corruption, and cruelty exploded on a scale I never before imagined possible. Something had to be done.

I began working as an investigative journalist to expose the truth, but the truth brought a lot of enemies out of the woodwork. So I went undercover, and EYES ONLY was born. For years, with the help of a lot of good people, we've uncovered many wrongs and made them right. No matter what the dangers, this work needs to survive, and continue . . . especially some of the more explosive facts still need to be revealed. Facts concerning the Grand Coulee massacre, the secret government program known as The Phoenix Project, and the Conclave's breeding program, to name but a few.

Putting these documents together in one place poses a big risk—not just to the corrupt, but to the innocent as well. Yet the chance that these truths might remain unspoken is an even bigger risk.

People may die, but the truth must live on.

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IMAGER IS EVERYTHING
SECTOR THREE,11:00 P.M.
TUESDAY,MARCH 2,2021

Like a relentless boxer, rain beat down on the city, first
jabbing with sharp needles, then smacking Seattle with huge
fat drops that hit like haymakers, the barrage punctuated by
the ominous rumble of thunder and the eerie flash of lightning.

An unmarked black car drew to a stop in a rat-infested
Sector Three alley, the rain rattling the metal roof like
machine-gun fire. Two men in dark suits climbed out, to be
instantly drenched, though neither seemed to notice. Each
wore a radio earplug with a short microphone bent toward
his mouth.

Sage Thompson--the man who'd emerged from the passenger's
side--was relieved that the headsets, at least,
seemed to be waterproof. In their coat pockets, each man
carried one of the new portable thermal imagers that, just
this week, had become standard equipment. Thompson--
barely six feet, almost skinny at 180 pounds--wondered if
water-tightness was among the gizmo's various high-tech
bells and whistles.

Water sluiced down the alley in a torrent that seemed to
express the sky's anger, eventually bubbling over the edge of
a rusty grate maybe ten yards in front of them. Thompson
was forced to jump the stream and his feet nearly slid out
from under him as he landed and bumped into a triangle of
garbage cans, sending them crashing into each other, creating
a din that rivaled the storm's, his hands flying wide to
help maintain his balance. Then his hands dropped back to
his sides, the one holding his flashlight clanging off the imager
in his coat pocket, the other moving to make sure his
pistol was still secure in its holster on his belt.

The hefty man who'd been driving--Cal Hankins--shone
his flashlight in Thompson's face, huffed once, and eased
around a dumpster that looked like it hadn't been emptied
since before the Pulse. Moving slowly ahead, their flashlights
sweeping back and forth over the brick hulk in front
of them, the two men finally halted in front of what had once
been a mullioned window.

The interior of the six-story brick building--an abandoned
warehouse, Thompson surmised--seemed a black
hole waiting to devour them without so much as a belch.
Next to Thompson, his partner Hankins swept a flashlight
through one of the broken panes, painting the rainy night
with slow, even strokes. Darkness surrendered only brief
glimpses of the huge first-floor room as it swallowed up the
light.

"You sure this is the right place?" Hankins asked gruffly.

There was no fear in the man's voice--Thompson sensed
only that his partner didn't want his time wasted. At forty,
bucket-headed Hankins--the senior partner of the duo--
wore his blondish hair in a short brush cut that revealed only
a wisp or two of gray. His head rested squarely on his shoulders,
without apparent benefit of a neck, and he stood nearly
six-three, weighing in (Thompson estimated) at over 230.
But the man wasn't merely fat--there was enough gristle
and muscle and bone in there to make Hankins formidable.

Still, Thompson knew their boss--that nasty company
man, Ames White, a conscienceless yuppie prick if there
ever was one--had been all over Hankins about his weight
and rode the older guy mercilessly about it. Though he knew
better than to ever say it out loud, Thompson considered
White the worst boss in his experience--which was saying
something.

White was smart, no doubting that, but he had a sarcastic
tongue and a whiplash temper that Thompson had witnessed
enough times to know he should keep his mouth shut and his
head low.

"This is the right place, all right," Thompson said, raising
his voice over the battering rain. "Dispatch said the thermal
imager team picked up a transgenic in the market in
Sector Four."

"This is Sector Three."

"Yeah--they followed him here before they lost him."

Hankins shook his head in disgust. "Then why the fuck
ain't they lookin' for him, then? What makes us the clean-up
crew for their sorry asses?"

These questions were rhetorical, Thompson knew, though
they did have answers, the same answer in fact: Ames White.

And Hankins spent much of his time bitching about
White, behind the boss's back, of course. But they both
knew it was only a matter of time before White found a way
to get rid of Hankins ...

. . . and then Thompson would have to break in a new
partner, possibly one even younger than himself. Then he
would be the old-timer. The thought made him cringe.

Not exactly a kid at twenty-seven, Thompson was the antithesis
of Hankins: the younger man seemed like a long-neck
bottle standing next to the pop-top beer can that was
his partner. Married to his college sweetheart, Melanie, and
with a new baby daughter, Thompson was the antithesis of
Hankins in terms of home life, as well: the gristled bulldog
had been divorced twice and had three or four kids he never
saw and didn't really seem to give a damn about.

Product Details

• Paperback: 192 pages
• Publisher: Del Rey; 1 edition (February 4, 2003)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 0345451856
• ISBN-13: 978-0345451859
• Product Dimensions: 7.4 x 0.5 x 9.1 inches
• Shipping Weight: 14.1 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
• Average Customer Review: 4.4 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (8 customer reviews)
• Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #635,994 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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23 of 26 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars The Eyes Only Dossier, February 8, 2003

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Max DeLuca (Edina, MN United States) - See all my reviews

This review is from: Dark Angel: The Eyes Only Dossier (Paperback)

Any Dark Angel fan who was disappointed by the series' cancellation, this book is for you. It's told by Logan Cale, and describes all the goings-on in Seattle from the Pulse to the 2020's. Logan tracks criminals and helps friends and the book is a great journey through the Dark Angel world. I recommend it!

13 of 15 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars brilliant piece of fiction, May 24, 2003

By A Customer

This review is from: Dark Angel: The Eyes Only Dossier (Paperback)

This is a brilliant book and a must have(along with the other two Dark Angel books) for any hardcore DA fan. I was continually blown away by all the character potrayals, cases, intrigues and other delights in this work. Stern is quite creative. The future descibed in post-DA Seattle is very believable. Buy this book and enjoy!

4 of 4 people found the following review helpful:

2.0 out of 5 stars Cross-Eyed, January 3, 2007

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T. Sanders - See all my reviews
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This review is from: Dark Angel: The Eyes Only Dossier (Paperback)

I really did not enjoy reading this particular book to the series. I know it was intentionally disjointed but it was still annoying. You get interested in a particular story and BOOM it stops. No ending. grrrrr . . .