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Wendy E Gamble
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Shoot for Earth: MedSci Missions 3
Science Fiction & Fantasy
Author Insight
Realizing You’re a Spy
Starting small is the key, I think. If a recruiter walked up to a soldier and said, “Will you spy for my side,” they’d be liable to be shot. However, a small favour for a friend is different. Until it isn’t. The recruiter chats them up at a party and asks for one small bit of info. The hapless soldier is just helping out his new friend. It doesn’t occur at the time that it could be spying, or lead to such. I heard of a soldier arrested overseas some time after a party, and figured that was a likely scenario. It creeps up on you. So when the First Officer of spaceship Chiron, which all of Earth is counting on to find a cure for an alien pandemic, decided to install tech to listen for specific alien chatter, she just though of it as improving communications capacity. The fresh ears of the Captain instantly recognised it as spying. He approved, but startled his Exec a bit by calling it what it was. Doing illicit things can creep up on you! Enjoy this tiny excerpt from the trilogy finale that opens a universe of further adventures. (Click “View Profile” or my website to see my science fiction books currently available.)
Book Excerpt
Shoot for Earth: MedSci Missions 3
Chiron’s Hygiea cruiser, Peleus, powered towards the Taslamin planet with the first contact party.
As Peleus pealed away, First Officer Heather McTavish looked up from her continual streams of info on its mother ship. “I have a scout receiver picking up a transmission from the Tasla to the Taslamin. I’m flagging it as priority for Panther.”
“A spy receiver. Good job.”
“That’s another name for it, I suppose. Sufra set it up for me.”
“Ah. Good for her, too. Put Panther on the central holo when he’s translated it.”
“Aye, sir,” Heather said.
Twenty minutes later, Panther appeared in clear 3d on the bridge’s holographic display, with his office scratchboard in the background. “Ok, your message translates basically to, ‘We’re coming, you mutated minis! We were shocked to find you’re communing with strangers from a distant solar system. We’re going to make sure you don’t give them any of our DNA’.”
Walsh cursed. “That’s exactly what we need – another confrontation with the Tasla.
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