Allie's War Season Three

ALLIE’S WAR SEASON THREE

BOOKS 5-6

by

JC Andrijeski

Copyright © 2014 by JC Andrijeski

Published by White Sun Press

Cover Art & Design by Jennifer Munswami at

J.M. Rising Horse Creations

www.facebook.com/RisingHorseCreations

2015

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SYNOPSIS

“They said that when the end was near, a Bridge would come…”

Books five and six in the gritty, unique, psychic romance and apocalyptic series, Allie's War, introducing Allie Taylor and her antihero guide, Dehgoies Revik.

In
Season Three
, we see the gang in New York, and the aftermath of everything Revik and Allie went through in the previous books to be able to work together again. In the process, they are trying to figure out who they really are, both together and separately, while being pursued by a new dark force, Shadow, as well as the Lao Hu in China.

In books Five and Six, Allie and Revik get a chance to work together as real allies and partners, and of course, that pretty much means their enemies are going to come at them that much harder.

Knight: Allie's War Book Five
- A new power is rising in the human and seer worlds, and it turns out, they may have shaped history for Allie and everyone she loves.

War: Allie's War Book Six -
Allie and Revik find themselves in the middle of the Displacement, in a locked down city and with one of their best friends now a sworn enemy.

Series Summary

The Allie's War series is a psychic romance set in a unique, gritty version of Earth populated by a second race of psychic beings called Seers. Its heroine, Allie Taylor, was marked "The Bridge" from birth, born to be the leader of the Seer race and the bringer of the next stage in humanity's evolution. Unfortunately, to many Seers, that means the death of just about every human on the planet.

She is helped and hindered, awakened and impeded by her antihero partner, Dehgoies Revik, whose on-again-off-again relationship with the dark beings known as the Dreng may destroy them both.

The series takes place in a modern version of our world at the brink of apocalypse and a dystopian future. It spans centuries along with the lives of its main characters, the Seers, and the wars they fight with themselves and their human allies and enemies.

Praise for the Allie’s War Series

“Highly Recommend!” ~ Escape Into A Book

“Word of advice…remember to breathe!” ~ The Cabin Goddess

“The sexual tension is scorching...” ~ The Muses Circle

“[B]eware; you’ll immediately want to dive into the next installment.” ~
The Indie Bookshelf

KNIGHT

Allie’s War Book Five

Dedicated to Garth

Prologue

DAY ONE

SHE WALKED UP to the night shift guard, flashing her badge, gripping the handle of the leather briefcase she carried a little tighter in her other hand. She saw the human glance up from his portable monitor long enough to give her legs a good, hard stare, but not much longer.

Giving her photo a perfunctory glance, he grunted, hitting the large red button on the console beside his chair to let her through, using the edge of one meaty hand. Even then, he noticed more about the way her cream-colored sweater hugged her upper body than he did the miraged piece of plastic she showed him.

The door buzzed, unlocking with a click.

She started to put her hand on the blood prick for the DNA scan, but he waved her off.

"Go on through, doc." His eyes returned to the portable monitor. "Thing's on the fritz."

Sometimes, these worms made it just too easy.

With a toss of her hair and another small smile, she walked through the open gate. Long, organic, sliding glass doors opened in the main building ahead of her, letting in two EMTs with a gurney, one of whom paused to speak with an ER doc who came out to meet an ambulance.

It was four o'clock in the morning.

For most of the hospital, it was the witching hour, eerie in its silence. Wards had only one or two nurses on duty, possibly a tech working several floors at once. Only in the ED, ICU and obstetrics had visitors and patients likely to be waiting through the night, most of the former dozing uncomfortably on wooden-frame chairs or sprawled out on the floor covered in their own jackets and using purses or backpacks as pillows.

The woman in the cream-colored sweater entered through the basement.

The lab lived down there, as did storage, x-rays, durable medical equipment and physical therapy. Comprised of the odds and ends of maintenance and administration, its mostly daytime staff emptied its corridors a good eight hours before. Storage, admin offices, the server room for the hospital's networked computer system, the massive power generators, water heaters, sewage access, air circulation, centralized heat and air conditioning, janitorial supplies, groundskeeping. Still, the floor wasn't totally deserted. The seer in the doctor's white coat raised her badge to several desk clerks as she passed through the dimly-lit corridors. Most barely glanced at it.

No one asked about the briefcase she carried.

Her employers thought through all of the logistics carefully...just as they did everything carefully, with not a single detail or contingency unexamined or unplanned for.

The seer slid her badge through a sensor door lock to the right of one of the heavier, metal maintenance doors. She kept the thoughts light, a feather touch. Even so, a warning ping made its way through the mobile construct.

That warning felt dense, electrically-charged, unambiguous.

The seer stripped her thoughts, leaving only the mechanics of her feet moving one in front of the other as she passed through the anonymous, gray-painted maintenance door. A turn of her head, the brushing back of her long hair, the concentrated putting on of surgical gloves after she removed them carefully from her pockets, blowing on the opening at the wrists...each of these remained discrete, mindless movements that would never add up to a complete picture if she kept her thoughts focused carefully on each one its own right.

Despite the protection the construct afforded her, she couldn't get sloppy. No seers watched the site now, but once the panic started, infiltrators from SCARB and other government agencies would scour every millisecond of the Barrier records before and after the event.

So would the Seven, and the rest of that bitch Bridge's entourage.

Unlocking the vent covering leading to the primary ventilation shaft up from heating and cooling, she set the briefcase at her feet. It took only a few seconds more to get the covering off the shaft, and now she wasn't even watching her own movements. The map for every step she took from this moment forward had already been scripted to her through the construct.

Four, large ventilation covers stood at the corners of the room. Two led to the main shaft down to the air conditioning system, the other two, to the heater housed in the same sub-basement. She didn't think about this...nor did she think about the water distribution system, which took up most of the center of the room, looking oddly anachronistic with its turn-wheel hubs and blue and white painted pipes disappearing into the ceiling, floor and two of the walls.

Once she had the vent cover propped against the wall, she squatted smoothly, setting the locked, leather briefcase on the cement floor, the handle facing towards her. The flow of air through the ventilation shaft grew significantly louder without the cover to mute the sound, but white-static hums, clicks and gurgles from the air ducts and the water distribution came from the walls and floors already, so the additional noise barely registered.