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Emily watched in amazement as the Vice President, soon to be sworn in as the President, spun about and stalked away from her. Julie and the Major both looked a bit stunned as she turned to look at them. "Major." Major Sims snapped out of it quickly though and straightened slightly at the tone of command in her voice. "Find out what happened and do it fast. This could undo everything we've managed to accomplish so far. I want the people who did this. Get whatever help you need, but this is your top priority now." "Yes Ma'am." He saluted and hurried off. Emily cast a glance down the hallway that the Vice President had gone down and then turned back to Julie. "Julie, your trainings going to have to take a bit of a back seat at least for a while. If the Major needs your help, do whatever you can. I'll see about making positive that Weston and my father know what's going on." With a scowl towards the direction the Vice President had taken, Emily led her smaller companion back outside. "Let's get out of here. Seems we aren't welcome at the moment. Julie, be careful on this one, just help the Major. No going off on your own and getting into trouble, ok?" Julie managed a smile at that and looked as innocent as she could. "Why Emily, are you saying I get into a lot of trouble?" The First Guardian snorted at that. "Emily you attract trouble. Just be careful ok?" "I will Emie, don't worry, I will." Emily watched Julie and her Honor Guard head off to catch up with the Major. With a frown she shook her head once more and headed towards the waiting shuttle. Things were going to hell. Chapter Three To understand what happened, it is important to understand that things were in a state of imbalance. As anything delicately balanced over a precipice, the slightest nudge could send everything tumbling down.
~Major Greggory Sims, Imperial Intelligence. Julie wiped the bead of sweat from her brow irritably. She was tired, sticky and had the worst feeling that what she had thought was a heat rash on her arm was something entirely different. Dodging an oncoming mini bus, she made her way across the bustling street and into the welcoming sanctuary of the hotel. With a small sigh of annoyance she did her best to air out her shirt, trying to get rid of at least some of the sweat that was sticking to her. Beijing, it seemed, did not agree with her. The heat wave sweeping the area did little to help. A polite nod to the desk clerks and she managed to make her escape into the elevators, away from the throngs of people spilling into the lob<strong>by</strong> of the hotel. It seemed that she was not the only one fleeing the oppressive heat outside. Bitterly she wondered if any of them could have done a better job then she had these last two weeks. They'd traced down every lead they could think of trying to get their hands on the men, which had killed the American president. Each of the leads had leads had lead to the same thing, nothing. The plasma carbine had been relatively easy to find. Too easy in fact, left as it had been at the site it had been fired from. As if to taunt them with the only piece of solid evidence they would find. Even more disturbing, she had not been able to read anything from the weapon itself. It was blank, as if it had never been touched, or fired. It was late summer now, and to add to the turmoil, which was spreading throughout the western hemisphere, the American elections were to be held in the fall. Using her key card she entered the suit, which was her room, and tossed her satchel onto the couch. At least the Major had gotten good rooms for her and the rest of the team. Who were currently out with the major trying to track down a slim lead on the ever-evasive General Whittecker. The shower was a haven after the hot muggy weather outside. Emerging from it Julie moved towards the com panel that the team had brought with them. "Computer, access Imperial com system." Yawning she continued drying her hair while the computer completed the link up. "Link established." "Computer, contact First Guardian Emily <strong>Windstar</strong>, personal priority."
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Page 3 and 4: With a nod towards her nearby Provo
Page 5 and 6: Casting a quick glance around the c
Page 7 and 8: "Does this bother you so much?" Clo
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Page 11 and 12: "An art she says, don't force it sh
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Page 15 and 16: Emily spread her hands and her grin
Page 17 and 18: Her patience worn away by months of
Page 19 and 20: that if he didn't have something to
Page 21 and 22: "Hey, sorry, I just wanted to know
Page 23 and 24: By Emily's count, Julie McGrath was
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Page 43 and 44: "The Hercules' have turned back, Ma
Page 45 and 46: Using her suit's sensors, she moved
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Page 49 and 50: With one more yawn, she closed her
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Page 57 and 58: above the door, she wondered how mu
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"The bomb sort." That got his atten
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They sprinted down the hall, past t
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"Emily, we've got to get out of her
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The look in the First Guardian's ey
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Her voice was perfectly controlled,
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missile tubes, and eighteen plasma
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A shadow passed in those gray eyes
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"Julie, you have the makings of a g
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"Nearly every government on Earth h
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It took a noticeable effort for the
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The litany continued, on and on, ov
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Julie had high hopes that Emie woul
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"Who knows?" Julie tried to get ove
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"Six hours ago." Emily felt the beg
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Clarice had moved faster than Julie
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The sight was enough to make wetnes
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"You mean…" "Yes, together. So pl
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Clarice just laughed. -------------
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"Julie, it's just one of those thin
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hoped for, but for now they would h
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Emie had even tacked on a personal
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He waved one emaciated hand in fron
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Julie hummed happily to herself as
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"Tea if you have it, Ma'am." As she
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"No, that's alright, I'll handle it
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"I can't believe that everyone know
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"Which one of them is The Banshee?"
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which, such as the fighters, had on
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Sixty years was a long time, even f
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"Shut up, both of you. This goes be
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Southern Cross had done coordinatin
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Julie's heart wailed against it, an
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"Daughter." His tone was one that c
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The First Guardian shared a brief l
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The First Guardian nodded absently
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"We got them, Ma'am." She kept her
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"That's your subtle way of asking i
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"I fear you're right on that one, C
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Emily took a deep breath as the com
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Chapter Twelve Southern Cross hung
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"What is it?" "CIC is calling it mu
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"Lord, I know that is not long for
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"Helm, time until course change?" "
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He grinned at her, ignoring the blo
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"Tactical, you heard the Guardian.
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-------------- Emily's smile was sa
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I need you too, Julie. Get some res
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Something that made it worthwhile t
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Her thoughts brushed across the kil
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They reminded God of nothing so muc
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He growled, low enough that Colonel
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If her Provost's look was still tro
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He was over northern Europe, there
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Julie screamed, the pain was almost
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down. Each one punched straight thr
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was left of his fleet, escape from
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Two months which had seen a new Emp
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"No changing the subject First Guar
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