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    The Prospect
    The Prospect
    The Prospect
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    The Prospect

    By Drew Avera

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    The future is darker than you think!

    See where the end truly begins in this tale of corruption, deceit, and betrayal.

    The Prospect, a prequel set in The Dead Planet Series, takes you to the training grounds of The Agency. All Prospects undergo a vigorous series of trials to strip them of their humanity and turn them into assassins for The Syndicate. In this chilling tale you will walk in the footsteps of Prospect Gentry as he fights to survive while losing everything he holds dear; the life he once knew, his freedom, and the only person who ever truly loved him.

    This is a story for those who enjoy delving deeper into the universes they love.

    Step into the world ruled by The Syndicate in this cyberpunk thriller today.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDrew Avera
    Release dateJun 27, 2018
    ISBN9781386815549
    The Prospect
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    Drew Avera

    I am an active duty navy veteran. I'm married with two kids and I live in Virginia. My first book, Dead Planet, was released in March 2013.

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      The Prospect - Drew Avera

      Chapter 1

      I can't believe she's pregnant, I thought to myself as I stood in the receiving line waiting processing. There were seven prospects in front of me, each one more frightened than the next. I wasn't afraid, but the realization that I was going to miss the birth of my sister's child made me feel sick to my stomach. Our parents always coddled her more than they did me, but Ambree had a way of pouring that devotion back at me in a way that kept me from resenting my parents. I can't say I blamed them, she was always the outgoing and successful one, whereas I was the trouble maker, always the first to get in a bind that I couldn't find my way out of.

      Next, the policeman at the head of the line yelled in an authoritative tone. He looked to be about my father's age. He glared at the prospect walking past him on the way to claim his uniform. What's the matter, princess? Did you piss your pants? I thought I smelled rank piss, he continued to rag the prospect in a humiliating way. This was how they broke you, by talking to you like you were beneath humanity. It made sense considering the fact they would be stripping that humanity away in order to rebuild us into something far worse.

      I pulled the picture of my family out of my pocket and unfolded it. My mother handed it to me as she stifled tears from her eyes just before I left home. It was the first time I remembered her showing any kind of emotion for me; it would also be my last.

      What the hell is this? A different policeman snatched the photo from my hands.

      Hey, I protested. Give that back to me!

      You know that personal effects are not allowed here, Prospect. It's about time you forgot about your pretty little family, he said as he tore the picture into quarters and dropped them to the ground with an overly dramatic laugh. They won't even be a memory by time we’re done with you, boy.

      Rage filled my heart and I jumped out of line and tackled the policeman. I had no idea what had come over me. This was an act of stupidity in all its glory. I knew I was about to die for this stunt, maybe I even wished for it. A life of service to The Syndicate wasn't something to take lightly. In fact, it was something many people could not reconcile themselves to do. I did not want to be a statistic, but I felt myself leaning into the category of those who would die in training.

      Get this piece of shit off me, the policeman said. I seethed as two others grabbed me and pulled me off the older man. He stood up and shook the wrinkles out of his uniform and glared at me. Get this prospect to the front of the line, he said as the other men drug me to the front of the receiving line. Given the circumstances I was amazed at the fact I wasn't dead.

      I think our boss is gonna have something special planned for you, kid, one of the men who brought me to the front of the line said.

      Yeah, like what? I asked defiantly.

      You'll see, and wished you hadn't. The policeman walked away and shook his head.

      Next, another policeman at the head of the line called as he stared at me. I walked to pass him, but he stopped me. A kid with that kind of fight in him would do best to recognize your ass belongs to The Agency now. Do you understand? he asked.

      Yes, sir, I replied. With no further words, he signaled me to continue walking to retrieve my uniform.

      Size? the old man at the counter asked.

      Large, I said nervously.

      Take your civilian clothes off and place them in the incinerator, the changing room is over there, he pointed at a door fifteen-yards to my right. Your new uniform will be brought to you momentarily.

      I walked over to the changing area; the incinerator was used to burn the last physical evidence of your past. It was significant only in the fact this was the first stage of stripping away who you were. I unclothed myself and held the bundle in my hands. There was a shake to my hands that was not due to the temperature of the room. I was afraid,

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