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An Excerpt From: ROGUE THETA

Copyright © BERNADETTE GARDNER, 2007

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

“This kind of thing isn’t supposed to happen.” The words slipped out unbidden as Lilliana Jarmok reached across the stark metallic desk and accepted the mission data chip from Sub-Commander Veros. The sour expression on the man’s face told her he had little appreciation for her opinion on the subject at hand.

“No, it’s not supposed to happen. That’s why your job is to make the problem go away before Central Command finds out. Or worse, before the news webs get wind of it. Do you think you can handle that without a litany of snide remarks, Lieutenant?” Veros’ slate blue eyes were as cold as the artificial hand that held the data chip out to her. His thick lips pursed in a disapproving sneer.

Lilliana sighed and tucked the chip into her scanner, then let the boxy piece of equipment drop to dangle from its shoulder strap. “Yes, Sir. Not a problem, Sir.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, Lieutenant. It’s a very big problem. The Theta Series Infantry are unbeatable. At least, that’s how they’re designed. You’re going to have to destroy your target to stop him. This isn’t a rescue mission.”

An icy tingle settled at the top of Lilliana’s spine. She didn’t need to ask Veros for clarification of his orders. He’d just told her to kill the rogue Theta.

Her stomach clenched a little at the thought. Of course she could do it. She’d taken out a Beta last year when its programming had been compromised by a Resectionist terrorist group. She’d practically trained the Gamma Series soldiers herself, though none of them were capable of independent thought.

The Thetas were different, though. They weren’t fully cybernetic like the Gammas, and thus they were supposed to be harder to kill.

She held the Sub-Commander’s gaze for a moment longer and silenced her inner monologue long enough to give him the reply he wanted. “Understood, Sir. I’ll take care of it.”

“Use any means necessary, Lieutenant.”

“Yes, Sir.”

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