A Little Breaking and Entering with Dear old Uncle Bill
Hello Kiddies! It is your dear old Uncle Bill here. Just give me a second to close this window behind me. Nice place! I don’t think Tricia will mind if I just borrow her house coat and slippers. Well, looky there, still some hot coals in the fireside. Let me throw on a log before we settle down here. What’s that you ask? Am I supposed to be here? Let’s just say I’m watching the place while the Kristufek clan is away. We’ll call it a “service” of sorts. Now, it’s time to make my own impression on the cushion of this big leather armchair.
Let’s take a look through the magazine rack next to this chair. I notice something missing. Hmmm, we must remedy this problem right away. What’s this I have? Just a copy of a book I call The Mission. What’s it about? It is a charming tale of a group of mercenaries who take a scientist to a far away planet called Valdorion. Why? What a ridiculous question. Cause the scientist is dying of course. But even so, he seems to live longer than some of the other characters in the story.
Alright Kiddies, here is the scoop. The Mission follows a group of mercenaries as they take a dying scientist to the planet Valdorion in what they believe is a search for a cure. Under advisement from Senator Tyrell and against his better judgment, the commander of the Undead agrees to take the youngest member of his mercenaries on the mission to the distant world. Mack gives fourteen year old Darkblood the task of protecting and transporting Victor Magnus, a scientist who is dying as a result of an accident in his lab.
What’s that? You want me to read it to you? What time is it? Okay, maybe I can read a little bit of it. Just as long as we get out of here before the owners get home. Why? Cause it’s part of the service, that’s why! Now hush up while I find a good place to start reading!
As she piloted the Challenger through the foothills Banshee could eventually see light from the enemy camp through the sparsely scattered trees. The sweet smile of revenge formed on her lips as she throttled up the Challenger. After bringing it to full speed she began typing in the command that would release the reactor’s coolant. She then watched on her monitor as steam dissipated into the darkness behind her.
In just a moment she would be within range. During her approach she leaned forward and checked her speed once more. Although it was right where she wanted it to be she felt as though everything was moving in slow motion.
As the temperature of the reactor began to climb so did the temperature in the cockpit. Heat sinks and fans worked even harder to remove the heat but without the coolant circulating through the housing, they couldn’t keep up. Sweat ran from Banshee’s forehead and into her eyes. She watched through the Challenger’s windshield and whispered, “C’mon, just a few more seconds.”
When Banshee moved the Challenger across the tarmac, it pushed vehicles aside and smashed others like they were toys. She tore tents from their posts and those who were in them had to scatter in all directions to get out of her way. Canvas flapped in the breeze and wooden stakes clattered across the blacktop while being dragged through the camp She left a trail of carnage and destruction in her wake. Those who made the vain attempt to stop her by firing their rifles at the Challenger only found their bullets ricocheting off its armor.
Banshee looked away from the chaos outside and to the display panel. The countdown had come to an end. The counter had reached zero and seemed to remain there frozen in time. The sweat she thought she was wiping from her eyes was in fact tears and sacrifice. And then, the Challenger’s reactor went critical.
So Kiddies, what did you think? Wasn’t that just delightful? Well. . . Did you hear that? Silly me, it was just a branch outside the window. So, what happens to Ms. Banshee? Let’s just say that unless you like mushroom clouds and lightning, it wasn’t pretty. Now, just let me place this book at the top of Ms. Kristufek’s reading pile. Where is your copy? Don’t make me laugh! You’ll have to steal, I mean acquire your own! If you are good, I’ll tell you where you can find one.
Come now, Kiddies, hurry! I hear someone downstairs! Now hurry! Back out the way in which we came!
Now a little more about Bill and The Mission!
My Wife and I reside in Niles, Michigan, approximately 50 miles east of the big lake. After reading an author bio by John Varley years ago, I decided to give writing a try. I now spend my mornings before going to work either writing or desperately trying to clean up something I have written.
I have recently finished a story titled “The Mission” which I have published as an e-book. It is the first book of a series which I call “Remnants of the Past.” I am currently working on the second book in the Remnants series. With notes for other stories scattered here and there throughout my home, I have plenty to keep myself busy with and hope to be entertaining readers for sometime to come.
Synopsis: The Mission
The Mission follows a group of mercenaries as they take a dying scientist to the planet Valdorion in what they believe is a search for a cure. Under advisement from Senator Tyrell and against his better judgment, the commander of the Undead agrees to take the youngest member of his mercenaries on the mission to the distant world. Mack gives fourteen year old Darkblood the task of protecting and transporting Victor Magnus, a scientist who is dying as a result of an accident in his lab. It is only when they reach Valdorion, the planet’s only city, that Darkblood discovers the dark truth behind the mission.
The Mission is a story of redemption and of what one man will sacrifice to protect those he loves.
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Thanks for breaking in, I mean, stopping by Bill! Since I have this copy of The Mission, I’ll be sure to have a review up and perhaps “Uncle Bill” will stop back again when I do. Until then, hope you enjoyed the post, and go get the book!