Girl From Above Escape (The 1000 Revolution Book 2)

by Pippa Dacosta

  Girl From Above

  Book #2: Escape (The 1000 Revolution)

  Pippa DaCosta

  Contents

  Copyright

  Summary

  1. Chapter One: Francisca

  2. Chapter Two: #1001

  3. Chapter Three: Caleb

  4. Chapter Four: #1001

  5. Chapter Five: Caleb

  6. Chapter Six: #1001

  7. Chapter Seven: Caleb

  8. Chapter Eight: #1001

  9. Chapter Nine: Caleb

  10. Chapter Ten: #1001

  11. Chapter Eleven: Caleb

  12. Chapter Twelve: #1001

  13. Chapter Thirteen: Caleb

  14. Chapter Fourteen: #1001

  15. Chapter Fifteen: Caleb

  16. Chapter Sixteen: #1001

  17. Chapter Seventeen: Caleb

  Also by Pippa DaCosta

  About the Author

  ‘Girl From Above’ Book #2, Escape.

  The #1000 Revolution

  Pippa DaCosta

  Urban Fantasy & Science Fiction Author

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  Copyright © 2015 Pippa DaCosta.

  June 2015 Edition. All rights reserved.

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  All characters and events in this publication, other than those clearly in the public domain, are fictions, and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  Novel length. 50,000 words.

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  Summary

  “There’s no quicker way to get yourself killed than trusting someone in the black.” ~ Caleb.

  Caleb Shepperd knows Fran has her own motives for breaking him out of prison, but he’s not about to let a little thing like past betrayal stand in the way of his next paycheck—until he’s forced to meet with the sexy and psychotic pirate, Adelina Cande. They’ve met before, when he seduced her, cleared out her credit account, and left her for dead in the black.

  Caleb figures Adelina is holding a grudge when she plants a bomb on his ship and demands he steal a fleet freighter for her, that is, if he ever wants to fly again. Get him drunk enough and he’ll try anything once, but this time, he has to balance his own greed with the needs of a vengeful pirate and the schemes of his dubious second-in-command. What could possibly go wrong?

  In the heart of Chitec headquarters, the synth known as #1001 enlists an eager young technician to aid in her escape, but it’s not freedom she wants; it’s revenge. The memories of a life that don’t belong to her demand she finishes what she started. She believes she killed Caleb, and now she's targeting Chitec CEO, Chen Hung. Not even the hopeful technician can dissuade her.

  Synthetics don't make mistakes.

  She thought she knew the truth.

  She was wrong.

  * * *

  The fast-paced, sexy sci-fi series continues in Girl From Above 2: Escape. Reviewers call Girl From Above an exciting mix of Firefly, Ex_Machina, and Blade Runner. WARNING: Adult content. 18+ only.

  Chapter One: Francisca

  I needed a phencyl fix, and soon. Withdrawal and the stifling heat inside the admiral’s office plucked on my already frayed nerves.

  “Caleb—Captain Shepperd was our best and most viable route to the Nine.” I heard the strain in my voice and hoped Admiral Jarvis didn’t.

  “He was, at best, a dubious lead,” Jarvis said, “and at worst, a criminal actively working to undermine the laws protecting the nine systems. Shepperd was a dangerous man.”

  Dangerous was one word for Caleb Shepperd. I could think of many others that would make the seasoned admiral blush.

  A stinger shuttle buzzed past the office windows. Sunlight flared off its shielding and sliced into the room. I turned my face away from the glare with a wince and pulled my collar away from my neck. “I almost had hi—”

  “Special Commander Franco, after two years, what you had was a string of smuggling offences and no solid evidence of his connection to the Fenrir Nine.” Jarvis settled back into his chair and sighed. “Despite your assurances, he didn’t trust you.”

  “He doesn’t trust anyone and probably never will.”

  I’d been sent undercover among the smugglers to infiltrate the Nine. For two Earth years, I’d played the part of the second-in-command of the tugship, Starscream. The admiral only knew the operational facts I’d reported back to him—just words on a screen. He couldn’t begin to understand Captain Shepperd. After two years of living side by side with the captain, I’d barely scraped the surface.

  “We knew the Nine were on Mimir. Had you waited to give the order—if Chitec had waited …”

  The admiral’s ruddy cheeks reddened further. “Chitec had nothing to do with the order to bring Shepperd in.”

  Bullshit.

  I clamped my jaw closed, locking the curse behind my teeth. One of the hardest things about returning to fleet headquarters had been learning when to keep my mouth shut and my thoughts off my face. You’d think after two years of pretending to be someone else, I could fake it. But with Shepperd on Starscream, I’d been free to do and say whatever I wanted. I missed that freedom. I missed a lot of things about that tugship and her obstinate captain. Why the hell did I come back to the wretched heat of old Earth and fleet’s suffocating regulations?

  I looked directly into the admiral’s flint-colored eyes—the kind of old eyes that had seen the nine systems before the Blackout, when space travel had seemed limitless and the jumpgates had heralded a new age. Then the main gate had failed, causing the chain of intra-system travel to collapse. Overnight, everything had gone to shit. The Blackout had happened long before my time—long before the nine systems had turned into the cesspool of corruption they were today. So Jarvis and his ilk had a skewed perspective of the worlds we lived in. They’d watched the systems prevail and had witnessed wars and riots almost destroy it all. I’d sat through my history lessons. I knew it had gotten as bad as it could get when human beings started fighting over dwindling resources. The admiral came from the generation that worshipped the start-up company that had stepped in to fix the main gate, setting everything right: our saviors, Chitec.

  Everyone adored Chitec, everyone except Caleb Shepperd and the Fenrir Nine.

  The admiral blinked, breaking my stare. His charade was pointless. We both knew he was under Chitec’s thumb, just like the rest of fleet.

  “I’m assigning you to Lyra patrol,” Jarvis said. “There’s been an upsurge in demonstrations, some turning violent.”

  He tapped the holoscreen embedded in the desktop. “You can join the patrols currently subduing the unrest. Something that’s less morally taxing will do you good.”

  I hid my smile by pinching my lips together, and swallowed. Morally taxing? He didn’t know half the things I’d done. If he did, he’d strip me of my rank and throw me into Asgard, alongside Shepperd. That wasn’t such a bad idea. I needed a way to convince Shepperd I was legitimate. What better way than getting him out of prison?

  “My cover is solid. I can go back in.”

  “I don’t think that would be wise.” He continued to tap-tap on his screen, ignoring me as though I’d already been dismissed.

  “Are you telling me I spent two years on the fringes of the nine systems for nothing? You know I can do this. I’m the only one who can.”
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  “If the captain is still alive,” he said without looking up, “I doubt there’s much left of him.”

  Shepperd would survive Asgard. He had before. He’d fight to his last breath, bare-knuckled and down to the bone, until he was the last man standing. “He’s our only confirmed link to the Nine. When you blew their Mimir warehouses to bits, they scattered. We need him. He’ll find them for us.”

  The admiral skipped his gaze over to me. “And how do you propose we get him out of Asgard without certain influential people noticing?”

  And right there, in the twitch of his cheek and the slight sideways glance, the admiral had admitted to being figuratively in bed with Chen Hung, CEO of Chitec. I had no doubt who had issued the order for fleet to hunt Shepperd down and bring him in, dead or alive, and thus ruining two years of undercover ops.

  I unbuttoned the first few buttons of my shirt and shifted in my the seat. Sweat trickled down my back.

  “He’ll be prisoner-chipped. You’ve read my reports. I have contacts from my time with Shepperd. I can get inside Asgard’s airspace. All I need is an ID scanner to locate him. If you could get me his prisoner number?” I could make this work, but not without the admiral’s help. “Let me go in.”

  “To Asgard?” Jarvis spluttered. “Don’t be ridiculous. You’ll be ripped to shreds.”

  He would think that. The admiral only knew me as Special Commander Francisca Franco, all buttoned up in starlight-white fleet uniform without a single hair out of place. He didn’t know Fran, Starscream’s pilot and Shepperd’s second.

  “I’ll go in armed. I only need to be there long enough to locate Shepperd. Once out, he’ll keep a low profile. He won’t want Chitec knowing he’s free any more than you do.”

  Admiral Jarvis hesitated long enough for me to know I almost had him convinced.

  “You need the Nine brought to justice. They can’t be allowed to stockpile weapons and recruit the independents to their cause. Fleet can’t catch them. It’s embarrassing.”

  He swallowed and kept his gaze away from mine.

  “It would make your career.”

  “I know what it would do to my career, Commander Franco.” He sat back in his chair again and appraised me. “I am perfectly aware of what’s at stake.”

  “So, what have you got to lose? Me? What’s another few cycles?”

  “You had two years. What makes you believe he’ll trust you now?”

  “Because I’m going to get his ass out of Asgard.”

  We both know this has to be done.

  I interlocked my hands in my lap, fighting back the shakes. I should have jacked up before this meeting. Once out that door, I’d be heading straight for the nearest dealer, after I ditched the fucking uniform.

  Admiral Jarvis pursed his lips in thought.

  “Mister Hung has been distracted by internal issues since his head of operations died. Now would be the time to utilize Shepperd. It was regrettable that we weren’t able to catch him in the act, as it were.” His eyes flicked to me. “That is assuming you can get into Asgard’s airspace, of which I am not convinced. It’s a prison, not a holiday camp.”

  I had some smuggler tricks up my sleeves. “Let me worry about that.”

  Just agree so I can get off this fucking beaten old Earth and back-in-black where I belong.

  I’d deliberately omitted certain aspects of my time undercover from the official reports. Aspects like certain connections I’d made whilst dealing phencyl on the side.

  “If you die in Asgard, what am I supposed to tell High Command?”

  I snorted a laugh. “If I die in Asgard, nobody needs to know. This ops is all deniable. We aren’t even having this conversation.”

  I leaned forward. “Like I said, what have you got to lose?”

  I could almost see the cogs turning in that ego-bloated head of his. Jarvis’s career was startling only in its mediocrity. He’d be up for retirement soon. A shiny new medal would look fabulous in his otherwise sparse collection—something to show the grandkids.

  His expression twitched, the cracks showing just enough for me to know I’d won him over.

  “I can’t authorize this,” he said. “Not officially. I’ll have to log you as taking the Lyra position, and what you do in your own time is of no concern to me.”

  With a sigh, he entered the necessary information on his screen.

  “I just need some time, a ship, and for fleet to look the other way.”

  “A ship?” he exclaimed. “How am I going to justify—”

  “I know where to get one. It won’t be missed.”

  Though it had been a month, a blast in low atmosphere would blow the dust out of Starscream’s ducts. Just the thought of getting back in her flight chair tingled the fine hairs on the back of my neck. I needed to be out there, back-in-black. If I spent another week in this stifling uniform, surrounded by the pristine whiteness of fleet headquarters and the fucking awful old-Earth heat, I would snap.

  “Give me a cycle—just one cycle—and I’ll have the Nine for you, Admiral.”

  “Very well. If you don’t produce results, well I suppose we’ll have to discuss the remainder of your fleet career.”

  Fucking bastard. I’ve given you and fleet eight years, and I’m the best undercover commander you’re ever going to have.

  “Of course.”

  “Dismissed.”

  I strode from the office, tore off my fleet uniform jacket while descending the stairs, and flicked open a few more shirt buttons. The administration staff could gawk all they wanted; I’d be off this rock soon, right after I’d lost myself in the high I’d been craving all day. Tomorrow, I’d be back behind Starscream’s flight controls—back-in-black. It couldn’t come soon enough.

  Chapter Two: #1001

  “Everything will be all right.”

  I’d heard his voice before, yesterday, or an hour ago, or a week. He talked to himself, to me, and to others. He talked about virtual mechanics, wandering protocols, and diagnostics—mine. With sleep came darkness. I didn’t dream, but while I was awake, there was darkness too, punctured by voices and whispers.

  “You’ll be all right. I can make everything look perfectly normal.”

  In the dark, I wanted to tell him that I’d followed orders, but the words refused to be spoken. Doctor Leanne Grossman had made sure I could never speak of her, of what she’d done, and of what I’d done for her. I’d stabbed her in the eye—killed her—for freeing me.

  “There.”

  I fluttered my eyes open and blinked against the sharp light of the lab. The stainless steel and dazzling glass surroundings screamed Chitec. My eyes adjusted to the artificial brightness, only for me to realize I was trussed naked to an examination table, tilted to an upright position. A nearby bank of monitors beeped and chimed. I tasted dry, recycled air and sucked it through my cracked lips.

  “Whoa there. It’s okay. Damn …” He—the man with the familiar voice—lunged for a monitor and tapped a few buttons, silencing the alarms. “There, that won’t do. That really won’t do.”

  He faced me, swept his lab coat back, and tucked a hand into his pants pocket. The most absurd smile brightened his face, as if he were happy to see me. Intelligence danced in his soft brown eyes.

  “Who are you?” I asked.

  “I’m the one who’s getting you out of here.” He waved a throwaway gesture. “But you can’t keep acting out. The others are much more stable. I’ve done what I can. We’d better hope it’s enough.”

  Ignoring him, I tugged on my restraints again. He rattled off a string of maintenance terms and jargon. He couldn’t get me out of here. He barely looked old enough to shave and almost too young to be a technician. Wait … a Chitec technician wanted to help me escape?

  “I am Number One Thousand And One. Why would you want to help me?”

  I looked him over again while running his face through my internal recognition systems. At twenty-one, he was older than he looked. No par
ents—both had been killed in riots on his home world—but he did have a younger sister. His dataprint contained little else of interest. It took me less than a second to learn the facts of his short life. I might have dismissed him just as quickly, had I not been restrained and in need of assistance.

  “Let’s do this properly. Hi, One Thousand And One. I’m pleased to meet you. My name is James.” His smile twitched and his gaze darted about the lab. He moved in short bursts, all flicks and glances like skittish prey. “We’re really going to have to come up with a better name for you once we’re outside.”

  “Outside?”

  “That’s where you were going before the guards disabled you, right?”

  I clenched my teeth. Just a few more steps and I would have escaped. It was a wonder Chitec hadn’t decommissioned me. I was one too many, a risk to their entire operation and to their CEO, Chen Hung. And yet I’d woken up as myself. Perhaps the young technician had already helped me, but why?

  “Sorry, you won’t find anything of interest in my dataprint. This lab is my life.” He didn’t seem sorry, quite the opposite. “For a little while, I feared they’d immediately decommission you, especially after, well”—he focused on the monitors, eager to look away from me—“after you killed Grossman. They told me it was an accident.”

  “I want to live.” It seemed like a reasonable motive for killing someone who’d been about to authorize my death.

  He navigated the screens with the efficiency of someone who’d spent years in Chitec’s laboratories.

  “Of course you do. You’re programmed for self-preservation. You anticipated Chitec’s move to have you decommissioned and acted in a way your processes deemed acceptable, especially considering how your failsafe had been disabled.” His gaze snapped back to me. “That should never have happened. I’m not surprised Chitec has kept your existence confidential. A mistake like that could bring the entire life-ever-after program into question.”