John Wyeth was a successful man. At nineteen, he graduated at the top of his class at a respected university. By the age of twenty-two, he had survived three brutal years of warfare, serving as commanding officer for a behind-the-lines reconnaissance platoon. Now at thirty-one, he was the Senior Project Leader for the super secret think tank NATech, and he was very good at what he did. Everyone knew and no one doubted that within a few years he would be the Director.
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February 01, 2006
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Excerpt from Shards: Book Two by Peter Prellwitz
Monday, April 21st, 2679
"Private Wyeth, it's time to wake up. HEY! Get up!"
"Yeah, yeah. I'm up," I moaned and turned over. Susie mumbled something in her sleep I didn't catch.
"Oh, no, you don't, Abby! Wake up! It's 0330, and Sergeant Thawell is expecting you at 0430. Rise and shine!"
You're not supposed to shoot the messenger, but at 3:30 AM, Miss Manners was fast asleep and wouldn't hear the gunshot.
"Computer, deactivate internal voice mechanism."
He chuckled. "Not that easy, kid. You did that once, and once is all you get. The only way to get me quiet is to get out of bed and trudge out that door."
"Mike? Shut up."
I must have drifted off again, because suddenly I heard Thawell's gravelly voice chewing rocks right next to my left ear.
"Where ARE you, Wyeth? We're waiting! It's 0445 and I'm sending Hernandez up to your quarters now with the override codes. You better be decent!"
He no sooner finished speaking than there was a pounding on the door and I heard it open. I leapt out of bed, grabbing a pillow to cover my front. I did wear clothes to bed, sort of. They were cloth, and they hung on me after a fashion. But strong argument could be made about their purpose, or lack of.
"You just stay out there, Drew! I'll be ready in--"
"HA! Gotcha!" Mike laughed triumphantly. "Now get moving! It's 0335. Oh, by the way: Good Morning, Abigail!" He laughed again and shut off.
"Abby? Are you up?" Susie was propped up on her elbows in the half light, looking toward me. Because of my skills in the puterverse and our close friendship, Susie and I had been roommates for two years now.
"Yeah, I'm up. Sorry about the noise."