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Feral
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An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication
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Feral
ISBN # 9781419907371
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Feral Copyright© 2007 Nathalie Gray
Edited by Mary Moran.
Cover art by Syneca.
Electronic book Publication: January 2007
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F ERAL
Nathalie Gray
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Feral
Prologue
21 August 2533 Era Vulgaris, 0927 hours
Global Alliance of Nations Headquarters
Seoul, United Koreas, Earth
“Farewell, Chancellor,” Prime Minister Vonatos sneered.
A second after he took a sip from his glass, Chancellor N’Namdi slumped forward,
his forehead bumping against the teak desk with a dull thud.
“Finally,” growled Vonatos as he stood and activated the digitex strapped to his
wrist. After giving a brief set of instructions, he circled the desk and pushed his former
boss off the chair so he could sit in his place. Leaning back, he raised his feet on the
corner of the genuine wood slab and crossed them. Now he’d be able to instigate much
needed change, free humanity from its apathy and guide it toward a purer, genetically
untainted future as a species. Freaks and deviants…their days were numbered.
A faint click made him lurch back down.
On the desk, one of those miniature music-playing devices had just turned itself off,
its tiny red light staring at him like a one-eyed demonic beetle. He hadn’t seen it before
then.
“Damn!”
He grabbed a heavy titanium sculpture—some people saw art in everything, even
misshapen lumps of metal—and crushed the device, sending bits off the desk and onto
the dead N’Namdi’s white gown. Vonatos knew he was too late. The machine had
already sent its message. Used for relaying music channels into homes or offices, those
newer models could also be used to record, as had been the case now. And although
he’d destroyed the actual thing, the transmission hadn’t been stored anywhere near HQ
but somewhere in town.
His hands shaking, Vonatos brought his digitex back up to his lips. “We have a
problem. Get me our best agent.”
His contact gave him two names, one of whom he knew. “She’ll be perfect.”
“What about the other?” asked his contact. “May I suggest we secure his services as
well? He is highly qualified and eager.”
“We’ll get him on too. Better safe than sorry.”
“Indeed, Chancellor .”
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