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    The Press Wars II: The Terrorists.
    The Press Wars II: The Terrorists.
    The Press Wars II: The Terrorists.
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    The Press Wars II: The Terrorists.

    By Neil Dabb

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    The presses had behaved themselves for several years, until the terrorists blew up an inhabited planet, the first of a three pronged attack that would pit Cal Wheams against an old enemy and leave the common man wondering how much of the war had been the starving presses begging for attention.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherNeil Dabb
    Release dateJun 19, 2015
    ISBN9781311430052
    The Press Wars II: The Terrorists.
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    Neil Dabb

    Neil grew up in Smithfield, Utah, and currently holds a General Class license amateur radio license. He was a material handler for over 10 years while obtaining a BA from Utah State University. He has been a freelance writer for most of that time and has been published in a variety of magazines over the years.Neil worked for Utah State University for twelve years with the Junior Engineering program. He enjoys writing, Frisbee (disc) golf and bonfires. He is the father of five children and lives in Logan Utah.

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      The Press Wars II - Neil Dabb

      The Press Wars II

      The Terrorists

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      Copyright 2015 Neil Dabb

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      The Press Wars II

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      Chapter 1.

      Malokoki was smitten. Normally Malokoki, a large oriental looking man, did not spend much time in the Hangman's Noose. His first stop here had lead him on a wild adventure that spanned several of the worlds where there was access to the bar, and eventually had landed him here as an employee. But when the short woman with green eyes and red hair entered the bar, he was smitten.

      She used her full figure to fill out the tight fitting blouse and very short skirt that she wore. Her voice had just a hint of a rasp to it, which made it all the more intriguing to Malokoki as he watched her order an Irish coffee from the dark wood bar with the other-worldly granite top.

      Malokoki had spent a great deal of time in the bar until the war started. Unfortunately, with the war, came the refugees. Malokoki tolerated Alexandria, the owner of the Hangman's Noose but he did not approve of her methods or of her harboring the refugees, and her other even less palatable dealings. He had been able to keep her from doing some of the questionable things she would have attempted before they met, but there were some things he couldn't change.

      Now he was reconsidering his time away from the bar.

      Go introduce yourself, Tom, the bar keep on duty said as he watched Malokoki. She won't bite.

      Malokoki hesitantly took the drink from the young bar keep and moved toward the woman.

      He's right, you know, she said as he approached. I don't bite.

      Was I really that obvious? Malokoki asked as he handed her the drink.

      No, but Tom over there is a friend of mine, she said as she moved over to one of the tables. He tipped me off.

      He smiled I hope you'll take what he says with a grain of salt.

      You have an opportunity for rebuttal, she said. But only one.

      That doesn't sound promising.

      If you're good enough, you'll only need one. She smiled impishly. After that we can do other things.

      Malokoki took a long look at her, then carefully chose his words as he spoke. Why don't we start with your name? he asked as he realized what it was that didn't fit about her. Unlike every red haired woman he'd ever met, she had no freckles.

      Jamie. She leaned closer.

      Sir, I appreciate your taking time to visit with me, the young man in a pinstriped suit said as he opened an old-fashioned notebook. You don't mind if I take notes do you?

      The large bald man with nothing below the waist, one blue eye, and one green, and one thick black eyebrow over both eyes nodded slowly. His broad shoulders and wide girth belied the strength of his upper body.

      I'm doing a series of articles on people who have been attacked by wild beasts, and heard that....

      The rage in The Leader's eyes stopped the reporter short.

      I was told that you were attacked....

      The grizzly remains of the reporter exploded through the office door of The Leaders office. The armed man sitting at the desk outside the door simply nodded to the two guards that were standing near the door who silently began to clean up the mess.

      You ask much, the hooded man whispered.

      I know, The Leader said, keeping his deep voice as quiet as possible while still being able to be heard over the din of the tiny pub. The being under the robes would not be able to tolerate the full sound of his voice. But it is necessary, and I know you have no love for those you will be harming.

      That is true. There was a long pause. We are in agreement.

      The Leader smiled as the hooded figure silently moved from the room. There would be no way to trace his involvement, and if all went well, he would have the revenge he had nearly forgot that he desired.

      Robert Simba was a novelist that was heavily involved in the events surrounding Grison IV and the resulting battles. Even more involved than I was, so I will be drawing heavily on his own account.

      I would give almost anything if these events could be fiction, but they are not. They happened. The following section comes from Bob's journal.

      It was cold.

      The weather had been pleasantly warm for so long that some of the local people had forgotten how to deal with the cold. Of course those are the hazards of living on a planet where each season lasts for nearly two earth years. Truth be told, the cold likely saved many of those that escaped. Grison IV was a relatively young, tiny planet orbiting a red giant. The people of the planet were all from other nearby systems but many had lived on the planet long enough that they were not prepared for the cold and stayed inside.

      They were also unprepared for the events that happened next, which is why the crime was so insidious. A few million people from a variety of worlds had no idea what hit them.

      I had arrived on Grison IV to meet with Lori, a weapons expert who had agreed to help me with some research for a novel that I have yet to write. We shared breakfast on a plaza looking over the capitol city while she told me about various new weapons that were being developed. The view of the city is probably the only thing that saved me. I only wish I could have saved her as well.

      We watched in shock as the bomb impacted just off the far shore of the harbor, but instead of creating a destructive shock wave that would've destroyed the city, it created a huge hole, sucking the water from the bay and those on the far shore down with it. Those poor people near ground zero never knew what hit them.

      We've got five minutes to get off this rock, she said as she ran toward her office before I could grab her.

      But the port is that way! I yelled, racing after her.

      I've got to warn the others! she shouted over her shoulder. Meet me later.

      I tried to memorize every detail about her as I turned and ran for my life toward the space port. Her huge hoop earrings and the way she would chew on the gold chain she wore around her neck would haunt me for a very long time.

      I was on one of the few transports that got out in time, and we nearly didn't make it at that. The bomb that had buried itself in the core of the planet had been specifically designed to set off the chain reaction that eventually destroyed the planet. Had I been on the far side of the planet, I wouldn't have even known that there was any danger.

      That was a nuclear drill bomb. I told the pilot as soon as I entered the shuttle. We've got two minutes before the whole planet goes. I said bracing myself for the shock wave that I knew was coming.

      We won't leave empty, she said firmly.

      Even if it kills us? I queried.

      Get those people in here! she shouted as the first shock wave from the bomb shook the surface.

      How that woman managed to stuff as many people into that tiny shuttle as she did is still a mystery to me. There had to be over twice the rated capacity in that bird. Consequently she had trouble getting clear of the atmosphere as we followed two other shuttles from the surface.

      I felt my stomach drop as I watched out the window and saw the molten lava erupting from widening cracks on the planet's surface. I wanted to turn away as I saw the victims who had not heeded the evacuation call racing from one fiery death only to run squarely into another as a new lava flow would form in front of them. I tried to look away as the people below shrunk to tiny dots, but the reporter in me

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