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Cold Warriors
Clare Dargin
Aspen Mountain Press
August 2007
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Synopsis:
When Caitlin Driskoll is awakened from a cryogenic
stasis, she's got a lot of adjusting to do. It's a new century and the
planet is at war. Once married to a Navy JAG, she now experiences life from
the viewpoint of a Jarhead, and the view isn't pleasant. Colonel Medoro
Keegan lost the two most important things in his life during his Marine
career: his wife to friendly fire, and his ability to fly combat missions.
Now, he's stuck aboard the Blanchard as the XO. The Corps is the only family
he has left and he's not about to lose the last thing he values. Until he
meets Caitlin, who isn't shy about telling Medoro what she thinks about his
Marines. How can such beauty wrapped in an icy body have so much fire? It's
the future, and a new kind of prejudice has replaced the racial prejudice
Caitlin experienced in the last century. After all, when you've been given a
second chance at life, you are expendable.
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Excerpt:
He stopped in front of the captain of the ship, his Commanding Officer,
Major-General Ruthanne Hollis, and stood at parade rest. It was his job to
tell her that they had found yet another medical drone ship. She was not
going to be pleased. He waited patiently while General Hollis spoke to
Lieutenant Weller, the on-duty Tactical Officer.
General Hollis' graying bun bobbed up and down as she spoke. He had served
under her for two terms on this carrier and respected her as a leader and a
friend.
"You tell the CAG that I said the mission is a no go and that he should get
that squadron back here on the double," she warned in raspy voice tinged
with a southern accent and a tiny lisp.
Keegan tried to hide a knowing smile as he heard her go on about his friend
the CAG--the Commander of the Air Group. Obviously he was up to something
again and it didn't sound good.
"Yes Ma'am," Lieutenant Weller acknowledged, nodding her head.
"Carry on." General Hollis nodded and turned to him.
The lieutenant walked away talking into her micro-headset.
"What d'ya have Colonel?"
"An unidentified ship in the Foxtrot vector." He wondered why he was in the
CIC and not on the bridge. Then he remembered he was there because his CO
wanted him to be there. She had a hands-on approach to command. She believed
that being in the CIC was like being in the heart of the ship and its
operations. If you were away from it for too long, you lost sight of its
life pulse. Keegan tended to agree, though during times like this he'd
prefer to be somewhere else.
"More frozen stiffs?" Hollis asked relaxing in her chair.
"Looks like it, Ma'am."
Hollis shook her head. "Didn't they bury anybody back then?" Keegan held
back a grin and didn't answer.
"Did the scan come up with anything?"
"No, Ma'am. Nominal life signs, not even an automated hailing signal."
General Hollis frowned. "Send a team over there and get SAT-COM on the horn.
I wanna know why the Blanchard's being turned into a frozen coffin."
"Yes Ma'am." Keegan nodded.
"And Keegan, S.O.P. on this one. You never know what you're going to run
into."
"Yes, Ma'am. Standard Operating Procedure always."
Hollis eyed Keegan with displeasure. "If only I can get that into your
friend Max's thick skull."
"Ma'am, the CAG is a little eccentric."
"Walking around with your underwear on the outside of your pants is a little
eccentric. The CAG is bordering on insubordination."
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