Mayu was Japanese, raised by her father, and well versed in the martial arts. Having trained as a government agent, she’d excelled over all her peers. She mulled over her problems while standing in the apartment of her latest suspect.
For years she’d hunted the cunning alien race. A race with as yet undetermined goals.
As of late the trail had gone cold, and her impatient new partner was getting on her nerves. Wallace was always complaining, and appeared to envy her position in the MTF. She struggled against the frustration, fully aware their enemies grew stronger by the day.
Somewhere in the world there had to be something … anything to give humanity a chance.
Her suspect Ella appeared to be nervous … she was definitely hiding something. Her claim of being in her forties just didn’t match the evidence before Mayu’s eyes.
In the middle of their conversation, a young man knocked at the door, and was allowed to enter.
Mayu regarded him quickly before relaxing again. Though solidly built, he had an open face with a scruffy appearance. Obviously no threat.
For an instant she caught a glint of uncharacteristic intelligence in his eye. It was the look of someone beyond his years. No, she must have been mistaken, for but a moment later the impression was gone.
A heated conversation ensued in the stifling summer heat, and a decision made. They’d avoid an unpleasant confrontation by returning to base together.
Have the indomitable aliens nothing more to learn? Or do the new companions have something yet to teach?
A lesson bound in an ancient memory … a primitive emotion called fear.
Targeted Age Group: 18+
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I had an awkward childhood, but no matter how hard I tried I just couldn’t seem to find my place in life.
Things gradually got better after high school though, and after many years I learned to mellow out.
There was a time when I didn’t consider writing to be a valid expression of the arts. But that opinion changed with the creation of my first novel. It’s just so much like chipping away at a block of stone, or shaping a mound of clay in the hope that others will appreciate the final result.
In any case, so far it’s been a rewarding experience.
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