by G. P. Eliot
The Jackal shifted uneasily in his seat. The government psychologists and sociologists had predicted a lull, a time of little agitation and discontent. Yet, there had been a number of unexpected and unexplainable events during the last four months. It troubled him.
He sniffed. Goes to show what government scientists know. But if Hank came back alive, he would ask the man why he interfered on that evening.
Amadeus Grant, the Chancellor of the Union, was gazing in a full-length mirror admiring the latest work of his team of plastic surgeons. Grant often admired his reflection while alone in his office, it allowed him to think. His six-foot two chiseled body, and classically handsome face was the finest in the Union. Maybe next time he would dye his hair purple, as his PR team have been saying that wildly colored hair is in style amongst younger voters. After all, his 7 year term was up soon, however, there were no other legal candidates. Even so he wanted his people to love him and they did love him. Grant had been in power for almost 21 years and he always made sure that he remained in power, virtually unopposed.
His top aide entered the office, looking as if he’d seen a ghost, holding an Intel Pad, a small computer pad designed for sensitive communiques.
“From our Deep Space Section, Your Excellency.”
Grant took the Intel Pad, keyed it on and read it.
“Are they sure?” he asked.
“Yes, sir. There can be no mistake.”
The Chancellor nodded and engaged the delete function on the pad.
“Troubling. Very troubling….this could destroy everything.” The Chancellor bit his lower lip, “Get me the Wolverines HQ division immediately.
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Author’s Note
Hello there!
Thank you for reading Dalida!
Although it might be obvious for the most of you, this book is a work of fiction. However, given the infinite number of possible worlds, I hope it is true in one of them. Because…that would be kind of cool, right?
Anyway, I really hope you enjoyed the next episode of Captain Snider’s adventure. His crew might consist of a bunch of weird people, but I can assure you, they all have the best of intentions!
See you soon,
G.P. Eliot
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About the Author
G.P. Eliot got his degree in Creative Writing and after that, he decided to live ‘till we invent Faster Than Light travel.
Until that moment comes, he prefers to spend his days coming up with a whole bunch of stuff about it and writing it down.
He enjoys Chinese food and being called “Badass”, so if you drop an email, you know what goes after “Dear”.
