Syberian Sunrise (24 page)

“Cover me!” Eve called as she and Kyra went into the bridge. Greg and Enzo turned, staring down the length of the corridor, and saw nothing.

“Stay here,” Greg said, turning and heading into the bridge after the others.

“Yeah, I'll just stand here and play doorman!” Enzo called after him.

Greg sighed. Something was wrong with the mercenary, but beggars couldn't be choosers and all that. He looked around the bridge, finding it a fairly standard design, basically a smaller version of the one he'd worked aboard the small cargo vessel in the Dark Ops fleet right after accidentally unleashing Erebus. Workstations and consoles ringed the outer walls, as if in orbit around the captain's chair, which was a workstation unto itself and sat on a raised dais. Eve was currently seated in the chair with Kyra looking over her shoulder.

“Well?” Greg asked. “How are we doing?”

“I think-oh fuck.” Eve looked up suddenly, towards the windows that offered a view out into space. Greg followed her gaze.

He felt his body go cold as he spied the bulk of a massive vessel coming towards them. “Do we...do we have any weapons?”

“I...no, fuck, the controls were hit during the firefight and even if we did, look at that thing!” Eve cried. The cruiser was several times the size of their own vessel.

“Are we fucked?” Enzo asked, coming up behind them. “We're fucked, right?”

“Maybe we could do a repeat of what we did before,” Kyra suggested. “Send this ship at them like a missile and hit the pods.”

“Maybe...” Greg murmured.

“I doubt we'd make it this time,” Eve replied. A sharp chime interrupted them. “It's...the radio. They're calling us.”

“Might as well answer it,” Greg said after a moment.

Eve reached out and hit something. The radio crackled.
“I've been watching your little display from a distance, and I must say, good show.”

“Who the fuck are you?” Greg asked.

“Forgive me. My name is Director Hawkins. I'm from Dark Operations...the
real
Dark Operations. I'm here to offer you sanctuary, and a job.”

Greg looked around at the others, who all looked as confused and bewildered as he felt. Finally, since no one else seemed to be up to the task, he responded. “I'm afraid, after everything we've been through lately, that's going to require some elaboration.”

“Of course. If you'll allow me to come aboard, I'll gladly explain everything that's been going on. Am I to understand that you are Greg Bishop?”

“Yes...” Greg said reluctantly.

“Excellent! I was hoping to find you. I'll be aboard shortly and we can get this all sorted out,”
Hawkins replied.

Greg considered it for a long moment.

Finally, he said, “all right, we're ready for some answers.”

About the Author

S. A. Lusher was born in the Midwest. Raised on a diet of Goosebumps and YA Horror, he eventually graduated to more mature fiction and began cutting his teeth on the likes of Simon R. Green's Deathstalker series and Bob Mayer's Area 51 novels. Sean and fellow author M. Knepper have founded Dark Nexus Fiction, a self-publishing studio dedicated to providing content from a variety of genres (but probably mostly horror). Sean currently lives in Columbia, MO with his wife, some guy named Chester and two cats.

About Dark Nexus Fiction

Dark Nexus Fiction is a self-publishing studio dedicated to bringing a wide variety of content to the Amazon Kindle at a brisk pace.

S. A. Lusher has been writing consistently for nearly a decade now and is a great lover of horror fiction. He provides content, editing, formatting and uploading.

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