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Giving in to their
unrelenting curious nature, humans have spread out into the universe,
encountering alien life forms and colonizing new worlds. Those who reside
on the fringes of civilized space are a mix of intrepid settlers, cunning
con artists and highly trained Peacekeepers…and races of beings never
before encountered. Each has an agenda, though some are more obvious than
others.
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Excerpt:At last, Sabien held the Horn of Traycal in his hands. He’d wondered more than once whether this moment would ever really come and, as he inspected his newly prized possession, could scarcely believe it was real. This had to be his biggest take to date. His heart pounded in triumph. Sabien stood in one of the hundreds of aisles in the Universal Peacekeeper Seized Goods building, gazing at the Horn in the semi-darkness. He reached for the bag he’d brought with him and was about to slide his prize into the protective cocoon when a sound caused him to look up. “How did you get in here?” a tall man with black hair and eyes demanded. He held a pulse pistol trained on Sabien. “I, uh…” He recognized the man as a UPK officer by his green uniform. He must have been running behind schedule, because the seized goods room should have been empty at this particular moment. “How did you get in here?” the officer repeated. “I just wanted to see the Horn.” He held it out for the officer to see. “Put it back,” he ordered and gestured with the pistol. “Right.” Sabien lowered the Horn of Traycal back to the shelf. “Look, there’s no need for violence. If you’ll just show me the way out, I’ll leave peacefully, no harm done.” “Nobody just walks in here to see an artifact,” the guard said, his eyes narrowing. “How did you get past security?” Sabien shrugged. “Not so difficult if you know what you’re doing.” “You will tell me.” “Well now, I’d really like to tell you, but it’s a secret of the trade. If I told you, then it wouldn’t be a secret anymore, would it?” He wasn’t about to share how he’d learned the officers’ schedule, the security systems or where each and every laser canon in the building was located. At first glance, the building had appeared impregnable, but Sabien knew there was always a way if one were willing to ferret it out. “You will tell me,” the officer said, brandishing his pulse pistol. Sabien’s hands came up reflexively in a gesture of submission. “Hey, easy with that. Like I said, there’s no need to get violent or anything.” “Tell me.” “Sure. Whatever you want. But you know, if you fire that thing, you risk hitting the Horn,” he said as he swept his hand down toward the prized object. “And then somebody would be in a lot of trouble.” His fingers grazed the rim of the Horn, causing it to topple from the shelf. The officer’s eyes followed as it fell toward the floor and Sabien’s foot came up just before the Horn hit, gently catching it. With a quick twitch, he sent it hurtling toward the officer, who raised an arm in defense. The impact caused his pulse gun to fire and a short burst of light shot across the shadowy room. Sabien’s time had just become very limited. If the officer hadn’t already called his comrades, they’d surely be coming now. Copyright © L.J.
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