From the Inside Flap
"Admiral, we've got incoming! Looks like ordnance!" Lieutenant Frost reported from sensors.
Those aren't stars, Alexander realized with a jolt. A second later, the ship's combat computer highlighted those winking pinpricks of light with bright red target boxes.
"McAdams, sound general quarters! Frost, get me vectors!"
The lights on the bridge dimmed to a bloody red, and the ship's battle siren screamed out a pair of warning cries before McAdams silenced it.
"Bishop, take evasive action! Ten Gs to port."
"Wait--" McAdams said. "--the rest of the crew isn't strapped in yet!"
"Tell them to belt in at emergency anchor points! They've got thirty seconds. Bishop, set thrusters to fire in thirty-one."
"On screen," Alexander ordered.
Hair-thin red vector lines appeared between the incoming missiles and their target. Those lines all converged on...
"They're not headed for us," McAdams whispered.
"One million klicks and closing... They're moving at relativistic speeds! Over one third the speed of light!" Frost reported.
"Cardinal, intercept those missiles now!" Alexander roared.
"Hayes--warn Lunar City. They need to get their defenses tracking."
Alexander watched bright golden streams of hyper-velocity rounds go streaking out from his ship along the paths of the incoming ordnance. Lasers snapped out in a flurry of dazzling electric-blue beams of light. Seven out of ten missiles winked off the display with pinpricks of fire. The remaining three sailed on.
"Too late!" McAdams screamed.
Lunar City became a bright smear of light that briefly illuminated the dark side of the Moon. When the light faded, Lunar City was gone, a funnel-shaped cloud of dust and debris jetting into space in its place.
Alexander gaped at the dust-shrouded crater where more than two million people used to live. He slammed his fists against his armrests.
"Bishop, get us away from the debris!"
"Incoming transmission--audio only," Hayes reported.
"Patch it through!"
The deep, toneless voice was the same as before. It said, "This is only the beginning."
About the Author
Jasper was born and raised in Canada by South African parents, with a British cultural heritage on his mother's side and German on his father's, to which he has now added Latin culture with his wonderful wife.
After spending years living as a starving artist, he finally quit his various jobs to become a full-time writer. In his spare time he enjoys reading, traveling, going to the gym, and spending time with his family.
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