Stay alive. That's all Dr. Sydney Hale can think. In one terrifying minute, her life was turned upside down. Now, the cops think she's a murder suspect, the government wants her to come in, and somebody will do anything, including kill, to get the knowledge only she has. Alone, she'll never survive on the run. What she needs is a perfect weapon, and Marine Jack Wilson just may be the answer to her prayers.
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March 07, 2006
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Excerpt from Perfect Weapon by Amy J. Fetzer
Shenandoah Mountains, Virginia
600 feet beneath the surface
6:45 A.M. EST
Southern girls could charm the pants off a scarecrow.
Dr. Sydney Hale was only trying for one U.S. Marine guard. She didn ' t want him sans his camouflage uniform, of course. She drew the line at robbing the cradle. She just wanted to soften him up enough to let her go above ground for some fresh air. But when he saw her coming down the long corridor, Corporal Tanner snapped to attention and gave her that no one gets past on my watch look.
Not a good sign.
' Come on good lookin ' , ' Sydney said with a smile. ' Let me through. '
' I can ' t, ma ' am. ' His gaze remained straight ahead. ' Wait for the end of the shift like the rest of the staff. '
' That ' s a long time off, Corporal. We ' ve been cooped up since before midnight. Besides ' ' she cocked her hip ' ' I ' ve been going up topside for two years, Corporal. You ' d think a body ' d get used to the routine. '
Only his gaze shifted. ' My entire life is routine, ma ' am. I like routine. '
He was trying hard to be stern, bless him. ' I thought Marines craved adventure, danger '
' Working down here with all those chemicals is danger enough. I want an enemy I can see and shoot . . . ma ' am. '
She understood that. Surrounded by chemicals was tough work. Surrounded by the elements of Sarin gas was quite another. Wanting to see the sky more than chat about dangers and the ethics of warfare, she moved past him and stood near the stainless steel elevator disguised behind artificial cinder block. She tapped her foot. When he didn ' t key her in, she folded her arms and gave him her best boss-to-underling look.
He held tight to his resolve for about three seconds, then folded like a retriever under a petting hand. Growling under his breath, he punched the codes and inserted the key, then glanced behind him to check if the corridor was clear. Fake cinder blocks slid back to show the steel lift.