Rebel's Consort - Phoenix Book 1

Rebel’s Consort

Phoenix Book 1

by

K.H. LeMoyne

Published by DIGITAL CRYSTAL PRESS

Copyright 2011 KH LeMoyne

GENRE: Paranormal/Fantasy Romance

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, place, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locals, or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Rebel’s Consort – Phoenix Book 1

Copyright 2011 by KH LeMoyne

Published by Digital Crystal Press

Cover Art designed by Robin Ludwig Design

ISBN:
978-1-937080-05-1

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT:

Thank you to the following people.

To my critique partner Linda, because this book wouldn’t be here without your push to try something new, your enthusiasm, and your diligence in reading and giving me feedback on every page. To my editor, Diana, my proofreader, Wendy, and my very talented cover designer, Robin. To my better half, because you bring patience and sanity to my writing process when I need it most.

2178A.D. —
One hundred and fifty years after genetically enhanced crops and livestock decimate the Earth with a lethal bacterial strain of Salmonella only twenty percent of the world’s population remains. Small pockets of civilization flourish, supported by computerized technologies and vaccinations against the bacteria, the new cities built over the ruins of the previous age. Regents, the owners of the technology, govern the interests of their individual cities—shining examples of progress and advancement
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CODE NAME: PIPER.

Analena Maresco’s cyber-enhanced arm gives her an edge, a weapon to rescue children held as organ replacements for the governing Regents’ personal use. Supported by the renegade network and augmented by her unique skills, Analena crosses the line of rebellion and anarchy. With an extraction too difficult to handle, Piper needs more than remote assistance. She needs the presence of the shadow entity at her back.

CODE NAME: ONYX.

Trace Boden, a former Regent surgeon, hides in the city ruins beneath the New Delphi Capital superstructure. Providing medical advice, instruction, and supplies via the Down Below renegade cyber network, he operates in anonymity, slowly paying back the debt for his part in the Regents’ atrocities. But, Piper’s call is one Trace won’t refuse. Exposed to save a child, he risks everything in a confrontation with Analena Maresco, the woman who can save him or destroy his life forever.

Chapter 1

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Analena shrank against the wall and tried not to breathe. Right on schedule for their hourly check, the sentries passed the hallway intersection twenty feet from her location. Ion-charged Taser in hand, she read the signals on the inside of her vid mask and prayed she wouldn’t need to activate her weapon. It would only take one minute of the Taser’s energy signature to broadcast her presence.

If the men changed course, she’d have no choice.

She exhaled with relief as the two sentries registered on her screen, moving into the next sector. Treading quietly, she reached the corner and rechecked her sensors. Two additional sentries occupied the desk around the corner. Her target, just beyond them down the hall.

In two minutes the first detonation device would activate on the gate at the far end of this floor. Four more would activate at three-minute intervals down each subsequent floor, with a final one at the west gate.

None were her intended escape route, merely distractions to draw her enemies further away from her current location. Loud and visible wasn’t her style, but based on Radar’s warning she’d modified her standard maneuvers for tonight’s extraction. He’d delivered the floor plans and sentry schedule, but he couldn’t help her if she got caught. She needed every edge.

She needed twelve minutes to eliminate the remaining guard, find the boy, and hack through the security gates at the opposite end of the detention facility.

One quick check of her hand communicator confirmed Onyx’s standby status for medical information or a quick drop of supplies. Unfortunately, she’d never performed an extraction without requiring one, or both, of those options.

Moving two steps backward to a secured lab door, she laid her bare palm over the electronic access module connected to the building’s main systems. Her flesh tone mutated into silver striations; liquid drops of metallic gleam seeped from the pores of her right hand, replacing skin with a fabric mesh of pulsing circuits and signals. She blinked back the initial sizzle over her shoulder joint where the technology interfaced with her physical body. The intelligent interactive nanites in the artificial flesh integrated through her flesh with the security module. In a heartbeat, they’d masked her presence while extracting the information on the boy’s location and returned to her.

That she could understand the transmissions from the artificial technology without words or signals no longer disturbed her. Her body’s abilities now only left her cold and eerily confident.

The first explosion rocked the floor beneath her pressure-sensitive boots. The gray woven pants, thick utility belt, and zip top absorbed the remaining vibrations. The energy reactive fibers contained the physical backlash as effectively as they allowed her to blend in a transparent ripple against any backdrop.

On the balls of her feet, she launched around the corner. Picking up speed, she leapt. Legs raised, knees tucked high against her chest, she angled her body toward the last sentry. He took the punch of her feet to his head, the impact twisting him face first into the wall. Boneless, he slid to the floor.

To be safe, she punched a tranq injection into his neck and squeezed, buying her a solid twenty minutes.

She wouldn’t need that long.

Two yards down, her target door stood wide-open from the security over-ride programmed at the panel. She paused in the doorway. No matter how many times she did this, nothing prepared her for the barbaric treatment hidden in these sterile facilities.

Three-foot by three-foot cages lined the room, intended for human occupants. She remembered the claustrophobia of confinement all too well, though she’d never been subjected to this kind of degradation. Then again, she’d been hidden from the others in the building. Her mad scientist had been targeting her for either life or immediate death, not mutilation, and an entirely different project.

Most of these subjects sustained enough injury after their surgeries that nearly all required gurneys to reach their cages. The need for movement—pointless—they weren’t expected to survive.

In two strides, she arrived beside the last cage. A tiny pick from her belt plucked open one of the few non-electronic locks in the facility. Responding to a whimper from the corner, she issued a low, soothing ‘hush.’ It was the best she could offer. Until she’d actually cleared the grounds, telling the boy everything was okay would be false hope.

She pulled open the gate and crouched closer to the slight form huddled against the bars.

“I’m not here to hurt you.”

A visible shudder shook the child as he turned his face away from her.

“We have only a few minutes before they figure out I’m here and we need to be gone by then. Grab my shoulders. I’m taking you with me.”

She looped one arm beneath his thin legs, her other around his back. With a mental wince, she acknowledged the prominent ridges of his ribs against her forearm. The boy wrapped his arms around her neck and burrowed beneath her chin as she moved to the doorway.

A second charge shook the floor. After a quick look each way, she ran.

Feet barely contacting with the floor, she made it through the first corridor, then the second, and angled her shoulder for impact with the first gate. The door to the stairwell swung open, and then the lights flickered. Darkness rolled over them.

Good. The programming had worked.

She mentally counted the stairs as her feet pistoned down each step. Spinning on the landing, she hit the next set with the same vigor.

Four floors, eight flights of stairs. The third explosion detonated as she reached the ground level. She leaned against the wall to adjust the weight in her arms for the next longer, harder run.

A whimper, more like a groan, accompanied intense shivers.

“Hang in there, honey. Just a little further.” Sliding the last door open a fraction, she blinked at the sweep of security lights that dazzled like sunbeams. A narrow band of dark edged the perimeter along the farthest fence, just beyond stood her final gate.

Piece of cake.

Analena squatted, bracing the boy against her thigh. Upset by her change of position, he clutched tighter and angled his head up like a wounded animal, scenting for escape.

She bit hard into her lower lip to quell a curse and her body’s response to the view of his face. The copper tang of her blood assaulted her senses—an acceptable trade-off to maintain her composure. His wounds and the dark path ahead shook her confidence, for a second. Then the familiar pressure of the child at her side, his fear and his shivers, all reflected back in perfect alignment with the images she’d received from the crystal. She was on target. Just like all her previous missions.

Some would call it kismet, others destiny. She only answered the unusual calling and followed the crystal’s guide in her mind, rarely with time to question what fate delivered to her.

“We have one more run, and we’re blowing this joint. Let me cover your head so the people can’t identify you. Okay?”

He didn’t answer, but his face swiveled toward hers.

She whipped a long black scarf from her belt and wound the fabric with a loose knot behind his head. The improvised hood covered some of his head and eyes, leaving his nose, mouth and ears free.

No one would notice him in Down Below, if she could make it there. Too many people were hiding their own secrets, trying to survive beneath the structural grid of New Delphi’s glowing re-civilization success. What a joke.

“Hold on and wrap your legs around my waist. It’s going to be a long run.”

***

He strained, fighting to bring the soft silk of feminine thigh straddling his hips closer. Enough for the moist heat to cover him and stop the burn in his balls, to provide him the release just out of reach.

Breasts, small but firm, the hardened nipples looming before him like candy, fed the desire prickling so sharp and tight in his belly that he groaned in pain. Trace struggled to lift his head, to see the face of the body taunting him, but a white wash of light hid her features, the deprivation a final cap to his torment.

His movements almost enabled the lean, svelte figure to brush against his sweat-soaked body. If he focused on the quiver of her flesh against his lips, the slight sway of her breasts, and her frenzied gasps, he could probably will his cock to explode without direct stimulation.