Gail kept a tight grip on her Glock as she looked out the glass doors of the embassy. Across the compound, gunfire filled the dusty street. The civil war had come to town, as the ambassador had been warning people for weeks.
Mary had never been more excited. As she stood in the square at the heart of the compound, hundreds of voices rose around her, the whole of the Family of Stars praising the Lord and offering her their love. Kilo barked and licked her hand as he picked up on the mood of contagious excitement.
The flowers had all died. In the weeks since Jen’s funeral, one by one they had wilted and withered, scattering dried petals across the sideboard. Harry couldn’t bear to clear them away, to move on from the loss of the woman he loved.
Zoe – Zero Operator Effort – was Frank’s own creation. A decade ahead of anything on the market, she had integrated control of everything in the house. From the moment he came home in the evening to the moment he left again the next day, he didn’t have to lift a finger.
Jessica was glad about her private hospital room. It was bad enough lying here for weeks on end, waiting for flesh to regrow and bones to knit back together. Bad enough that the accident would leave her scarred forever.