After the events of The Art of the Deal, former tycoon Rod Portlyn was left destitute, and he's now, a year later, reduced to running archaeological digs. But when he discovers a bizarre artifact, everything changes.
Portlyn sees the deadly device as his means of regaining his wealth and power -- and also getting revenge on the crew of the da Vinci. And his brst target is Domenica Corsi's father....
Soon, the S.C.E. bnds itself in a web of intrigue and revenge, as people close to the crew are killed, with the crew itself the next likely target!
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April 30, 2007
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Excerpt from Star Trek: Corps of Engineers: The Art of the Comeback by Glenn Greenberg
Commander Sonya Gomez was pinned down, crouched behind a boulder, firearm drawn, her heart pounding with anticipation and dread. Her shipmates, engineer Fabian Stevens and deputy security chief Vance Hawkins, had already been gunned down by the enemy. The other members of her team had been captured.
She was itching to peek over the boulder, to see if she could spot any movement among the enemy forces and perhaps fire off a lucky shot or two and scramble to safer territory. But she suppressed the urge and again took in her surroundings, looking anxiously, almost desperately, for any possible escape route that could enable her to turn the tables on her adversaries. But the arid, desolate, sand-engulfed terrain that extended as far as her eyes could see offered no such salvation. If she left her spot behind that boulder, she would be picked off right away, no doubt about it.
This was not how she thought she would be spending her time when she and the U.S.S. da Vinci first arrived at Federation Outpost 32, on the planetoid Joras along the Romulan Neutral Zone. It was supposed to be a simple, routine engineering assignment. But having served as first officer of the da Vinci -- and head of the Starfleet Corps of Engineers team aboard that ship -- for over a year now, she was fast approaching the conclusion that there was no such thing.
Kept life interesting, that was for sure.
She thought briefly about the captured members of her team, Panajiotis Parides of Earth and Brilson Lodine of Argelius II. She barely knew them -- they were technicians stationed at the outpost who seemed like they were capable and would remain coolheaded under stress, which was why they were recruited for this little jaunt. She couldn't believe her judgment could be so off the mark. Her first impressions had almost always served her well in the past.
But now, Gomez was the last member of her team standing. She knew she couldn't stay behind the boulder forever, and under the circumstances, getting help from the da Vinci was out of the question.
Worst-case scenario, she thought to herself.
Then she heard something: the crunching of sand beneath booted feet. Getting closer, closer, coming upon the boulder. She would be found. It was unavoidable. But if she was going to go down, she would go down fighting. Her finger tightened on the trigger of her rifle. She braced herself, took a deep breath, popped up from behind the boulder, and fired.
A small orb blasted out of the rifle, hitting its target square in the chest and exploding on impact -- splashing pink paint all over the top half of the person's body.
Gomez smiled, but only for a split second. Because she realized that the person she'd just blasted was her commanding officer, Captain David Gold. And he hadn't even been taking part in the game.
Oh God, Gomez thought. Now would be a good time for the ground to swallow me up whole.
But no such luck. She remained there, standing before her pink-headed captain.
"Gomez," Gold began in a neutral voice, maintaining his composure -- outwardly, at least -- as pink paint dripped from his hair, nose, and chin. "I think blue is more my color."
Gomez stepped around the boulder and approached him. "Captain, I am so sorry."
He didn't say another word. His eyes alone asked the question.
"We were playing war games," she explained. "With splatter guns."
He remained silent. His eyes told her to go on.
"We were getting bored, sitting around waiting for the delivery ship to show up with the equipment for this project. It's three days late, after all. We understand -- engine trouble. But until they arrive, there's really nothing for us to do, so since we're all off duty until the supplies come, some of us thought it would be fun -- and beneficial -- to come out here and put ourselves in a combat situation. I mean, we are bordering the Neutral Zone.