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Below is an excerpt from The Tim Warriors: Tempest book 4 of the first series run. The Family launch their attack. Available now on Amazon in paperback and kindle.
“How did they find us?” Maisy cried, holding Sarah close.
“Denise, the cellar will be safer,” urged Rosie. Denise shook her head, glancing at the monitor.
“Rosie, if they get in, the cellar is no good to us. They’ll have us no matter where we are. We’re staying here where there’s technology and weapons.” The landlady nodded slowly.
“You’re brilliant!” she whispered. “Yes, you’re mummy’s a star!” she gurgled to Andrew. “Joe, plug this in!” she shouted tossing him the hand unit. He caught it deftly and slid it into a slot on the front of the computer bank. It buzzed with power as the new programme kicked in.
“Triangulating all enemy positions and displaying on holoscreen!” Joe called as the hologram spun and rippled with all the new information. “Projecting secondary map of the island, expanding parameters.” He glanced quickly over his shoulder to the others. “Just in case they’re on the beach like last time.”
“Go husband,” Rosie encouraged as she worked on a second panel; “engaging security system.” She threw him a furtive look. “If we make it, I’ll make it up to you later,” she winked teasingly.
With an excited grin, Joe blew her a kiss. “Warp ten, sweetheart,” he whispered.
“There’s no point in setting an alarm,” Alan pointed out. Rosie grinned.
“Wait and see my friend, Varran knew what he was doing. Did I mention I love that man?”
“Too often,” grumbled Joe, stepping past Rosie to check some readings. She pinched his bottom.
“You know you’re my only space man,” she grinned.
“Please, not in front of the kids,” Maisy chastised wryly. “Are you ok dear?”
Denise nodded.
“To think Tyran and the others do this sort of thing all the time,” she remarked in awe. “Doesn’t it ever frighten you, knowing what they face?”
Maisy patted her arm gently.
“All the time but I trust Varran to watch out for them, Besides, it got me my granddaughter.”
“They’re moving Joe!” Alan cried, tensing as he looked at the holoscreen. “If I read this right they’re about 100 feet and closing.”
“They are armed, weapons primed,” Joe reported tentatively. Rosie squeezed his hand.
“Have faith,” she said with a confidence she wasn’t feeling, smiling at Denise who nodded back. Joe opened a base panel in the dresser and pulled out squat looking pulse rifles, their design slightly different to the ones Wainwright’s soldiers had.
“Don’t wait for the whites of their eyes if they get in,” he told them all, handing out the rifles. Denise turned to Maisy offering Andrew to her.
“Would you mind?” Maisy took him welcomingly.
“All these children; it’s making me broody,” she chipped. Rosie nodded.
“Well apparently, you can have them right up to your sixties these days. I saw it in Chat.”
“I know but I’m not sure it’s ethical,” Maisy answered. They were cut short by a forceful clearing of Joe’s throat.
“Ladies, enemy soldiers,” he reminded them.
Denise held her hand out for a weapon. Joe gave it her without question.
“Let’s see if you still have the knack,” Alan grinned at her. She held the rifle like Sigourney Weaver.
“Blackpool amusement arcade, rifle champion 2007!” she boasted.
Joe called out the soldiers were closing again. “You need to get to the upper windows, it’ll give you a better shot!” he instructed. His face grew hard as he watched the blips on the holoscreen creep closer and closer.
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