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    Deadly Squad - Ryvenbark's Saga 3
    Deadly Squad - Ryvenbark's Saga 3
    Deadly Squad - Ryvenbark's Saga 3
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    Deadly Squad - Ryvenbark's Saga 3

    By Gray Lanter

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    On the planet Verdunne,an exploratory squad sent by intergalactic CEO Belen Morganthal is under assault from an unknown force. Logan Ryvenbark and his squad are sent to save the survivors and put a stop to the threat. But when they arrive, they are confronted by bizarre golden robots and alien warships that can morph their form. This isn't just a standard attack from savage hostiles. This is the vanguard of an army preparing to destroy all humanity.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGray Lanter
    Release dateMar 10, 2017
    ISBN9788826036755
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      Chapter 1

      The two Hakeki jets zoomed down, bolts of fire searing through the air from their turrets. Flames erupted along their paths then died out. The ground exploded around me, tossing dirt balls into my face and uniform. The blasts rang in my ears. I grabbed the turbo-gun, did the calculations on the computer and fired back. My defensive volleys soared as blue balls. One clipped the wing of a jet. The jagged wing flew one way in the air and the jet flew another, now wavering in its path. A second blue bolt blasted a hole in its side. Metal and other alloys flew skyward. The jet lost elevation and a fiery tailspin brought it to the ground. It exploded in a purple flame. I had no idea what the Hakeki used in building their jets but, while combustible, the materials were quite colorful.

      Two more jets zoomed over and dropped the bombs that looked like black eggs. I figured the computer again and the two eggs exploded when the blue bolts hit. The turbo-gun swirled around and sent two more lethal volleys toward the retreating jets.

      Very good, Logan, but it’s time to stop playing games, Astrid said, as she walked in.

      The simulation disappeared, as did the Hakeki attack.

      Just keeping my skills at a high level, I said.

      Sure you were. You just like to play games. At least you weren’t playing golf.

      Hey, golf is a great game. You know what Arnold Palmer said once?

      No, but you’re going to tell me, aren’t you? By the way, who was he?

      He was one of the finest golfers to ever play the game. He started playing in the mid-nineteen fifties I think and retired about twenty-five years later. He built the famous Bay Hills course in Orlando, Florida.

      If it’s famous I never heard of it.

      That’s because you’re not a golf fan. Anyway, Arnold said, ‘Golf is deceptively simple and endlessly complicated. It satisfies the soul and frustrates the intellect. It is at the same time rewarding and maddening – and it is without a doubt the greatest game mankind has ever invented.’ That still holds true two hundred years after he said it.

      How about baseball?

      That comes in second, I said.

      Astrid gave me a condescending smile. Well, I hate to play through, but Belen wants to see you.

      Did she say about what?

      No, but I gather it’s important.

      OK, on my way.

      Belen has such a huge complex it took about five minutes walking through winding corridors, riding up escalators and spending time in an elevator before I was ready to rap on her office door. It swung open before I knocked. Belen was standing in the middle of her mile-long headquarters. She waved me in. Belen is the chairman, the CEO and the major stockholder of Morganthal Enterprises.

      Take a chair, Logan.

      I eased into a red cushioned chair that adjusted itself to my body. Very comfortable. Too comfortable. You can drop off to sleep in one of these chairs. And I figured sleep was the last thing Belen wanted me to do.

      What’s the problem? I asked.

      I thought a cigar would help me keep awake, so I yanked one out of a blue carton and stuck it in my mouth.

      I need you for a rescue mission. Or possibly a rescue mission. Perhaps nothing has happened to my team. At least I hope that’s the case. But just in case I need you and your team, she said.

      As it so happens, we’re available, I said, puffing out some smoke.

      I frowned. Belen doesn’t wear her emotions on her sleeve. She’s an attractive dark-haired woman with stunning brown eyes. Usually they sparkle. But they had dimmed and looked listless. Which startled and worried me. The voice, while strong, had a worried undertone.

      What’s the mission?

      She flicked something on her desk and a planet popped up on one of the big screens in her office. Looked like a pleasant place. Plenty of green land, long stretches of blue. A few rushing rivers. All in all, rich individuals might like a summer home there.

      This is Verdunne. Or at least that’s what we call it. It’s on the outskirts of our known space. I sent in an exploration brigade. There were no signs of sentient life there and nothing appeared dangerous. Even so, they had military support.

      I nodded. I can’t keep track of all of Belen’s enterprises but she is an enthusiastic spacer. One of her many companies is an exploration agency. It has turned up some amazing finds.

      So what’s wrong?

      What’s wrong is we have lost contact with them. No contact for two days now. A lot of things can go wrong in space, so I don’t automatically jump to horrible conclusions. It simply could be a communication problem. The planet is a long distance from here. Who knows what could happen with the signal.

      But you’re worried enough to send a rescue team.

      " I sure am. I knew some people on this mission. I didn’t think it would be dangerous, and I sure don’t want to lose them. I have a second ship ready, the Ranger Two . How long will it take your squad to get ready?"

      About an hour.

      She sighed. Her voice weakened. Which shocked me. She leaned back in the chair and stared at the ceiling.

      I told you I know some people on the expedition. One of the crew is Regina Kellers. We’ve been good friends for twenty years. She is a dear woman… Her voice trailed off.

      We’ll find her. And the rest of the crew.

      Thanks, Logan. She looked at me. "Are we good? I know you disagreed with me about the Rinaldi

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