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ALLIES AND ENEMIES: ROGUES

Allies and Enemies Series Book II

BY AMY J. MURPHY

COPYRIGHT

This book is a work of fiction and a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental.

Allies and Enemies: Rogues / Amy J. Murphy

Copyright © 2016 by Amy J. Murphy.

All rights reserved.

Cover illustration by Alex Winkler

Edited by Pat Dobie / Lucid Edit

www.amyjmurphy.com

twitter: @selatyron

TABLE OF CONTENTS

TITLE
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COPYRIGHT
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
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PART I
:
1
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2
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3
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4
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5
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6

PART II
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7
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8
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9
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10
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11
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12
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13
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14
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15
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16
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17

PART III
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18
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19

PART IV
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20
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21
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22
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23
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24
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25
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26
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27
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28
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29
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30
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31
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32
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33
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34
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35
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36
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37

PART V
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38
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39
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40

PART VI
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41
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42
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43
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44
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45
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46
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47
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48
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49
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50
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51
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52
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53
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54
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55
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56
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57
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58
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59

PART VII
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60
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61
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62
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63

PART VIII
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64
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65
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66
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67
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68
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69
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70
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71
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72
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73
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74
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75
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76

PART IX
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77
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78
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79
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80
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81
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82
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83
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84
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85
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86
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87

PART X
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88
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89
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90

PART XI
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91
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92

EXCERPT
ALLIES AND ENEMIES: EXILES
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THANK YOU!
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DEDICATION
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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C
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PART I

1

“So tell me again how this was a good idea?”
The earpiece of Sela’s helm made Jon’s voice sound tinny. His comment was meant to be humorous, but it conveyed none of that. She pictured him drifting nearby in the relative safety of the aged skiff, hovering like a worried parent over the feeds as he monitored her every move.

“Never dare me.” She shifted in the ill-fitting econ suit and sought to satisfy an itch between her shoulder blades. The borrowed suit smelled of someone else. Like most things in the Reaches, it was outmoded, with a first gen heads up and a heater on the blink. If things went as planned, she’d be out of it before the discomfort became too maddening.

“I never used the word ‘dare’. ‘Risky’ or ‘impossible’. But not ‘dare’.”

Sela smirked. “Same thing.”

The banter was part of a ritual—one she did not realize she had missed until now. It was their way of saying good luck before each deployment, when they were still officer and subordinate and the edicts of Decca forbade anything more familiar.

Of the two of them, she was the only one with a sufficient level of null grav training and familiarity with this tech in active combat. Were roles reversed, Sela would have never permitted Jon to do this. Too risky.

She checked the reads in the heads up. It blinked. Growling, she tapped her helm. The display stabilized. She tested out the feel of the heavy-grade assault boots (also borrowed). They made moving around feel close to full g.

Around her, the Sceeloid interceptor waited in dead, frigid silence. Its dark passages were maze-like, making little sense to anyone else but the enemy race that engineered it. A large bore charge had taken out her core in the ship’s ancient past, the deathblow. All of the lesser damaged levels were open to vacuum, a last-ditch effort to render its tech useless to enemies. Judging from the nature of the interfaces, the vessel was nearly a century old and fit for a museum in Origin. In the hardscrabble Reaches, it meant a lucrative salvage.

Basic elements of Sceeloid language had been part of Sela’s primary training. The icons she recognized so far on this level translated to “hazardous” and “death-causing.” They increased in frequency as she progressed to the cargo section, following the map superimposed by her helm. She stopped beneath one of the “death-causing” signs.