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      "body": "cont. \n\n<h6>this is a novel that touches on the fragility of humanity and the bonds that we supposedly die by. it's not too heavy a novel but definitely an impactful one so i sincerely hope everyone could give it a shot!\n\ni'll be uploading snippets of it every day or so, so please pick up your reader's glasses, put on some atmospheric music and get reading. i hope you enjoyed as much as i did.\n\n_cheers._ </h6>\n\n\n                                              WORLD WAR A \n\n\n\n\n<h1>**_CHAPTER TWO_**</h1>\n“Game’s over for the Bruins,” boomed an authoritative voice. The man stood in the open door, arms braced against the frame as if to keep anyone from escaping. He was tall, square-jawed, and with closely cropped hair that was instantly recognizable. The umpire. \n\n“Technical foul,” he said, frowning at Kaden. “You lose on penalty.”\n\n“What?” Kaden’s voice shook at the absurdity of the remark. “What foul?” \n\n“You left your tower. 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      "body": "<h6> Hello readers. \n\nIt's been a while, hasn't it? I'm back actually with a novel that my dad wrote a while back and i thought i'd love to share it with you guys- \n\nit's a novel that touches on the fragility of humanity and the bonds that we supposedly die by. it's not too heavy a novel but definitely an impactful one so i sincerely hope everyone could give it a shot! \n\ni'll be uploading snippets of it every day or so, so please pick up your reader's glasses, put on some atmospheric music and get reading. i hope you enjoyed as much as i did.\n\n _cheers_. </h6>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n                           \n                                        WORLD WAR AMERICA  \n\n   <h2>_CHAPTER ONE_</h2>\n\n<h6>Los Angeles, California\n2030 A.D.</h6>\n\n   The WarGames stadium at the University of California was a roaring, seething mass\nof humanity. It was the last match of the season; a college championship decider, or\n“the Big Game,” as they called it.\n\n   Parents, friends, and fans jostled for their seats, peering down into the glass-\ndomed arena and its simulated terrains, mounted laser turrets, and defensive pillboxes.\nWithin the war zone waited two teams in black combat fatigues, their faces tipped\ntoward the umpire’s box.\n              \n  The game would soon begin.\n\n\n   Around the field, 3D conglomerate advertisements burst atop the helmets of\nthe players, each cutting-edge animation vying to be the biggest, brightest, and most\nexplosive. In recent years, **_Chinese companies like Haier, Alipay, and Xiaomi_** had\nbegun to crowd out the smaller advertisements put up by Pepsi-Cola, McDonald’s and\nApple, but the home crowd didn’t care; their eyes were glued to the young men and\nwomen before them as “The Star-Spangled Banner” rumbled through the speakers.\n\nKaden Sun stood within a two-story observatory tower—the team headquarters. It was shaped like the bishop piece from a chess set, its crystal top offering a complete view of the arena. \n\nHe licked his lips—still cracked from an early jog into dawn wind—and scanned the faces of his group below.\n\n Some were lost to anxiety, others were simmering with hunger for the fight ahead. Kaden was sick with\nnerves and glad that no one’s eyes were directed at him.\n\nHis team’s chief strategist, Kaden waved a palm over the dashboard and instantly conjured a holographic topography of the ground below, including the opposing team’s tower, located at the far end of the stadium. \n\nUpon his chest was stitched the small blue-and-gold square that everyone wanted. The object of the game\nwas simple: get the flag, win the championship. \n\nBut that was where the simplicity ended.\n\n“Speed up, Zac. Five minutes and counting,” Kaden said, frowning at the half-finished barricade below.\n\nHis best friend’s voice returned through his earpiece, so clear he might have been standing at Kaden’s shoulder.\n\n“This is crazy,” he grumbled. “Championship game and **half our team’s out\nwith gastro…It’s gotta be rigged.**”\n\n\n“_Obviously,_” cut in their manager, Johnson, who was seated in the VIP box\nbut had his own comm system. “No one’s heard from the cook since breakfast; he’s\nprobably halfway to Mexico by now.”\n\nThis was met with a loud sigh, and Kaden could see Zac shaking his head\nbelow. “You sure you want us to go ahead with this, Kay? Surely it’s better to forfeit,\nthan lose?” Zac asked.\n\nKaden’s eyes scanned the multitude of offensive and defensive formations he\nhad tirelessly developed. “Love your fighting spirit, Zac. Now shut the hell up and\nfocus.”\n\nThe crowds were whistling as the official countdown began and Kaden delivered his preparatory instructions. Cheerleaders danced on a pavilion that hovered above the players and aerial cameras whirred their way around the contestants. The whole thing felt like flies buzzing over a carcass. They weren’t dead yet, but for all his bravado, Kaden knew they were _in for a ~~massacre~~_.\n\n“Jeremy, you’ve got the nanomirrors all sprayed up?’ he asked.\n\n“Aye, aye, Captain!”\nTwo minutes and counting.\n\n“Now, listen in team.” Kaden spoke in a slow, deliberate tone. “We’re ten\nsoldiers short, and they know that. They will attack with everything they have and try\nto punch a hole right through our front. I want you to let them.”\nBrief silence was quickly filled with a flurry of curses and uninvited opinions.\n\n“I thought you wanted us to fight?” said Ryker, his communications officer.\n\n\n\n“Oh, you’ll get your chance to fight,” said Kaden. “Jeremy, take six to the\nfront line. Fall back as you need to, but stagger it, and stick to the corridors of the\nnanomirrors. Remember that.”\n\n“Er, roger.”\nKaden couldn’t help but smile at the tone of his sergeant’s voice. Clearly, they\nall thought he was mad.\n\n“Zac, bring Ella and Mia with you on the right turrets and hold off their pincer\nattack. Ki, you do the same on the left with Miles and Gatwick.”\n\n“Got that, CS.”\n\nEven though the weather had cooled to a refreshing sixty degrees, Kaden had\nto wipe the perspiration from his brow.\n\nAs the countdown dribbled into single digits, the crowd reached a fever pitch.\nKaden watched as the referee—a lumbering, bull-necked man in black-and-white\nstripes—pointed to a dark-suited army corpsman with a red peak cap. The soldier\nresponded by raising his bugle to his lips, the shrill but authoritative timbre of “To\nArms” jolting the players into action. They grabbed their laser guns and double-\nchecked their equipment, giving final waves to the crowd as it roared behind the glass\nenclosure.\n\nKaden’s heart pounded and, for a moment, he wondered if he might be sick.\nThere was a large vase nearby, but he turned from it and pulled his safety googles\ndown, adjusting his helmet and checking the laser tags on his head and chest. If they\nwere covered up they could cost the team the game and label them cheaters.\nHe felt isolated in his transparent container, beading sweat as he took in the\ntwenty thousand onlookers around him.\n\n Above him to the left was the commentator’s\nbox; the game was being beamed live to **every** household across the United States.\n\n\nMillions of others were watching, and the thought sent a fresh wave of goose bumps\nacross Kaden’s skin.\n\nDown the field he could make out the vague outline of the opposing CS, also\nencased in his tower. Kaden guessed their guy was probably feeling the same way.\nThen again, maybe not. He was the son of China’s wealthiest industrialist, a\nconniving businessman who was said to have cheated and bribed his way into the\nhighest echelons of material success.\n\n Kaden had crossed paths with the son, Wang Hom, several times. By all accounts, the apple hadn’t fallen far from the tree. \nRight now, Hom was probably fine-tuning his victory speech.\n\nThe bugle sounded again and the announcer blared: <h3>**“Let the WarGames begin!”** </h3>\n\nThe players dashed toward their assigned positions.\n\n“All right guys, this is it,” Kaden said with a breath, but before he could even begin to deliver his launch instructions laser beams of red and blue flared across the war zone.\n \nAs suspected, the opponents had massed their attack in the middle of the\nbattlefield, right toward the heart of Kaden’s defense, concentrating their firepower at\nthe defenders stationed behind the barricades and mounted turrets.\n\nKaden placed his hands on the panel in front of him and leaned forward. Gee,\nHom, going straight for the kill?\n\n“Jeremy, try to hold your position for the next ten minutes. Zac, man the\npillbox below the turret; two encroachers coming your way.”\n\n“Miles has been hit, Kaden. He’s down!” Ki cried.\n\n“Stay your course, Ki. They’re massing a secondary attack on your side to\ndraw us over and open us up.”\n\nKaden tried to swallow and couldn’t.\n\n\n\n“Our formation’s breaking up,” Jeremy’s urgent voice came through. “**They’re\nall over us.** We’re going to have to move.”\n\nKaden narrowed his eyes at the action unfolding before him. “Jeremy, deploy\na man over to Ki and retreat along the preassigned pathway. The nanomirrors will\nconfuse them. _Do you read me?_”\n\nAfter a tentative pause Jeremy responded, “Roger, proceeding.”\n\n“Zac, push Ella and Mia behind the advancing enemy, and don’t attack unless\nthey fall back,” Kaden said, his voice rising.\n\n“What? I should be out there with them, instead of being stuck in this turret.\n\nThere’s no one coming our way!” Zac exclaimed.\n\n“Stay.” Somehow his voice was firm, even as the endless barrage continued.\n\n“Jeremy, invite them in along the mirrored corridor; staggered retreat. Ki, you must\nhold off their attack—do not let them break through.”\n\n“There are too many!” Ki cried. “I can hold them for five minutes, tops.”\n\nKaden pressed his lips together. If Ki’s position became compromised, Hom\nwould be able to overrun them before they could launch their own strike. Kaden\nchecked his screen: fourteen blue enemy blips in front of Jeremy’s position and\nstreaming in. Seven surrounding Ki’s defensive pillbox. With only one fighter held in\nreserve, it was clear Hom was not out to entertain the fans with a full hour-long\nspectacle. He simply wanted to win and as quickly as possible\n.\n“**Okay, guys**. They think they’ve got us cornered like rabbits. Jeremy, fall\nback to your target destination, now. Encircle the corridor exit and wait for their\nfrontal assault unit. Ki, if you must, retreat to Jeremy’s assembly point and defend\nfrom there. Ella and Mia, there’s one bogey at the ridge just north of you. He’s the\nenemy’s reserve and a sniper—track and kill! Zac, get ready. I’m coming in.”\n\n\n“You’re what?” Zac stammered. “You can’t expose the flag like that!”\n\nThe adversary pack was beelining into the marked passageway like a school of\nfish in a narrowing net. The mirrors disoriented the attackers and veiled the locations\nof his defenders. Kaden glanced at his screen again. He allowed himself a half smile.\nOnce the bulk of them had moved into the most exposed section, Kaden issued his\norder. \n\n“Jeremy, fry the fish.”\n\nA flash of red beams from Jeremy’s troops sent the enemy falling like pins in\na bowling alley. Each laser contact short-circuited the victim’s nerve impulses,\ncausing a temporary muscle malfunction that left them immobilized. The crowd\nexploded in rapturous applause as the bodies flopped atop one another on the big\nscreen.\n\n“Ella and Mia reporting in. Bogey is down.”\n\nKaden grinned. “Great work, ladies. Now get back and finish off anyone\ntrying to retreat from Jeremy’s bottleneck.”\n\n“The raiders are through!” Ki yelled. “They’re coming for you!”\n\n“Keep them engaged,” Kaden calmly replied, picking up his weapon and\nmoving to the stairwell. **“I want their CS to think we’re defending our HQ to the last\nman.” **\nHe jogged down the steps, hand pressed to the flag on his breast. Pausing a\nmoment at the bottom, he took a deep breath before swinging the door open and\nrunning out to his right.\n\n “Zac,” Kaden called, “I’m beside your bunker. Come out and\ncover my ass.”\n\nZac’s head popped out of the turret just meters above, his face creased into a\nsmirk. “About time you let me see some action.”\n\nThe pair moved carefully, Zac guiding the way as Kaden checked his wrist\nmap to scrutinize the little blue and red dots swarming across the screen.\n\n\n“Their CS is probably choking after losing his advantage,” panted Kaden.\n\n“He’s alone in his fort. I’m going in, so you cover me from here.” Neither CS player\nwore a tracker—the risk of leaving the tower too great to consider one necessary—so\nHom would have no way of sensing his location.\n\n“That’s crazy!” answered Zac, eyes wide with shock. “Why not send the\ngirls?”\n\nKaden sighed, trying not to lose patience with his friend’s constant\nquestioning.\n\n“Because I need them to keep his soldiers off our tower. As soon as they learn\nit’s deserted, we’re toast.”\n\nA tingling sensation came over Kaden as they scrambled beneath clumps of\nvegetation and into the shadow of the enemy prize. Kaden looked up to see Hom\nstomping around, his can of sponsored Pepsi hurled against the shatterproof windows.\n\nAlone, he appeared to be screaming at his troops and both his hands were waving\nforward in a frantic order to advance all forces.\n\nKaden grinned. One big fish, alone in his tank.\n\nHe gripped the steel ladder alongside the structure and climbed. At the top of\nthe observatory he pulled the handle of the makeshift paneled door and held his breath\nas it opened slowly, Hom’s vociferous cursing loud enough to make him wince.\n\nKaden gripped his laser gun and aimed at Hom’s back. “Careful, my friend.\nOne wrong move and you’ll be on the ground, writhing like a worm.”\n\nJust like that, the howling stopped...\n\nHom turned and faced Kaden, eyes widened in shock—and anger.\n\n<h5> “Think you got me, Sun?”</h5>\n\nKaden’s mouth curled in bemusement as he nodded. “Yup, fair and square.”\n\n\n_“But the real world... it doesn’t play by a rule book.”_ \n\nHe tapped a button on his wrist comm, his cunning eyes narrowed in satisfaction.\n\nKaden squared his shoulders. “Who’s gonna stop me huh, Hom?” He waved his\nhand toward the outfield. “Game’s over, we won. Blame it on the home crowd\nadvantage.”\n\nHom smiled thinly. “The advantage is all mine,” he said, eyes moving beyond\nKaden. **“You just don’t know it yet.”**\n\n\n\nTo be continued...",
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      "body": "<html>\n<p>A novel by Clarence Xon</p>\n<p>The year is 2030 and America's economy is deteriorating. China's ascendancy continues alongside the rise of a heavily militarized Russia, both countries eying the weakened superpower with interest...&nbsp;</p>\n<p>In this first novel of the World War A duology, a Chinese-Russian alliance brings the mighty US to its knees and Kaden Sun becomes entangled in a political web spanning all the way to the White House. The young strategist has a destiny to fulfill in his country's salvation, but troubling questions start to arise. The enemy is constantly shifting, and betrayal lurks in the hearts of those closest to him.</p>\n<p><br></p>\n<p><strong>Chapter One</strong></p>\n<p><br></p>\n<p>Los Angeles, California</p>\n<p>2030 A.D.</p>\n<p>&nbsp;The WarGames stadium at the University of California was a roaring, seething mass of humanity. It was the last match of the season; a college championship decider, or “the Big Game,” as they called it. Parents, friends, and fans jostled for their seats, peering down into the glass-domed arena and its simulated terrains, mounted laser turrets, and defensive pillboxes. Within the war zone waited two teams in black combat fatigues, their faces tipped toward the umpire’s box. The game would soon begin. Around the field, 3D conglomerate advertisements burst atop the helmets of the players, each cutting-edge animation vying to be the biggest, brightest, and most explosive. In recent years, Chinese companies like Haier, Alipay, and Xiaomi had begun to crowd out the smaller advertisements put up by Pepsi-Cola, McDonald’s and Apple, but the home crowd didn’t care; their eyes were glued to the young men and women before them as “The Star-Spangled Banner” rumbled through the speakers.&nbsp;</p>\n<p>&nbsp;Kaden Sun stood within a two-story observatory tower—the team headquarters. It was shaped like the bishop piece from a chess set, its crystal top offering a complete view of the arena. He licked his lips—still cracked from an early jog into dawn wind—and scanned the faces of his group below. Some were lost to anxiety, others were simmering with hunger for the fight ahead. Kaden was sick with nerves and glad that no one’s eyes were directed at him. His team’s chief strategist, Kaden waved a palm over the dashboard and instantly conjured a holographic topography of the ground below, including the opposing team’s tower, located at the far end of the stadium. Upon his chest was stitched the small blue-and-gold square that everyone wanted. The object of the game was simple: get the flag, win the championship. But that was where the simplicity ended. “Speed up, Zac. Five minutes and counting,” Kaden said, frowning at the half-finished barricade below. His best friend’s voice returned through his earpiece, so clear he might have been standing at Kaden’s shoulder. “This is crazy,” he grumbled. “Championship game and half our team’s out with gastro…It’s gotta be rigged.” “Obviously,” cut in their manager, Johnson, who was seated in the VIP box but had his own comm system. “No one’s heard from the cook since breakfast; he’s probably halfway to Mexico by now.” This was met with a loud sigh, and Kaden could see Zac shaking his head below. “You sure you want us to go ahead with this, Kay? Surely it’s better to forfeit, than lose?” Zac asked. Kaden’s eyes scanned the multitude of offensive and defensive formations he had tirelessly developed. “Love your fighting spirit, Zac. Now shut the hell up and focus.”&nbsp;</p>\n<p>&nbsp;The crowds were whistling as the official countdown began and Kaden delivered his preparatory instructions. Cheerleaders danced on a pavilion that hovered above the players and aerial cameras whirred their way around the contestants. The whole thing felt like flies buzzing over a carcass. They weren’t dead yet, but for all his bravado, Kaden knew they were in for a massacre. “Jeremy, you’ve got the nanomirrors all sprayed up?’ he asked. “Aye, aye, Captain!” Two minutes and counting. “Now, listen in team.” Kaden spoke in a slow, deliberate tone. “We’re ten soldiers short, and they know that. They will attack with everything they have and try to punch a hole right through our front. I want you to let them.” Brief silence was quickly filled with a flurry of curses and uninvited opinions. “I thought you wanted us to fight?” said Ryker, his communications officer. “Oh, you’ll get your chance to fight,” said Kaden. “Jeremy, take six to the front line. Fall back as you need to, but stagger it, and stick to the corridors of the nanomirrors. Remember that.” “Er, roger.” Kaden couldn’t help but smile at the tone of his sergeant’s voice. Clearly, they all thought he was mad. “Zac, bring Ella and Mia with you on the right turrets and hold off their pincer attack. Ki, you do the same on the left with Miles and Gatwick.” “Got that, CS.” Even though the weather had cooled to a refreshing sixty degrees, Kaden had to wipe the perspiration from his brow.</p>\n<p>&nbsp;As the countdown dribbled into single digits, the crowd reached a fever pitch. Kaden watched as the referee—a lumbering, bull-necked man in black-and-white stripes—pointed to a dark-suited army corpsman with a red peak cap. The soldier responded by raising his bugle to his lips, the shrill but authoritative timbre of “To Arms” jolting the players into action. They grabbed their laser guns and double-checked their equipment, giving final waves to the crowd as it roared behind the glass enclosure. Kaden’s heart pounded and, for a moment, he wondered if he might be sick. There was a large vase nearby, but he turned from it and pulled his safety googles down, adjusting his helmet and checking the laser tags on his head and chest. If they were covered up they could cost the team the game and label them cheaters. He felt isolated in his transparent container, beading sweat as he took in the twenty thousand onlookers around him. Above him to the left was the commentator’s box; the game was being beamed live to every household across the United States. Millions of others were watching, and the thought sent a fresh wave of goose bumps across Kaden’s skin. Down the field he could make out the vague outline of the opposing CS, also encased in his tower. Kaden guessed their guy was probably feeling the same way. Then again, maybe not. He was the son of China’s wealthiest industrialist, a conniving businessman who was said to have cheated and bribed his way into the highest echelons of material success. Kaden had crossed paths with the son, Wang Hom, several times. By all accounts, the apple hadn’t fallen far from the tree. Right now, Hom was probably fine-tuning his victory speech.&nbsp;</p>\n<p>&nbsp;The bugle sounded again and the announcer blared: “Let the WarGames begin!” The players dashed toward their assigned positions. “All right guys, this is it,” Kaden said with a breath, but before he could even begin to deliver his launch instructions laser beams of red and blue flared across the war zone. As suspected, the opponents had massed their attack in the middle of the battlefield, right toward the heart of Kaden’s defense, concentrating their firepower at the defenders stationed behind the barricades and mounted turrets. Kaden placed his hands on the panel in front of him and leaned forward. Gee, Hom, going straight for the kill? “Jeremy, try to hold your position for the next ten minutes. Zac, man the pillbox below the turret; two encroachers coming your way.” “Miles has been hit, Kaden. He’s down!” Ki cried. “Stay your course, Ki. They’re massing a secondary attack on your side to draw us over and open us up.” Kaden tried to swallow and couldn’t. “Our formation’s breaking up,” Jeremy’s urgent voice came through. “They’re all over us. We’re going to have to move.” Kaden narrowed his eyes at the action unfolding before him. “Jeremy, deploy a man over to Ki and retreat along the preassigned pathway. The nanomirrors will confuse them. Do you read me?” After a tentative pause Jeremy responded, “Roger, proceeding.”&nbsp;</p>\n<p>&nbsp;“Zac, push Ella and Mia behind the advancing enemy, and don’t attack unless they fall back,” Kaden said, his voice rising. “What? I should be out there with them, instead of being stuck in this turret. There’s no one coming our way!” Zac exclaimed. “Stay.” Somehow his voice was firm, even as the endless barrage continued. “Jeremy, invite them in along the mirrored corridor; staggered retreat. Ki, you must hold off their attack— do not let them break through.” “There are too many!” Ki cried. “I can hold them for five minutes, tops.” Kaden pressed his lips together. If Ki’s position became compromised, Hom would be able to overrun them before they could launch their own strike. Kaden checked his screen: fourteen blue enemy blips in front of Jeremy’s position and streaming in. Seven surrounding Ki’s defensive pillbox. With only one fighter held in reserve, it was clear Hom was not out to entertain the fans with a full hour-long spectacle. He simply wanted to win and as quickly as possible. “Okay, guys. They think they’ve got us cornered like rabbits. Jeremy, fall back to your target destination, now. Encircle the corridor exit and wait for their frontal assault unit. Ki, if you must, retreat to Jeremy’s assembly point and defend from there. Ella and Mia, there’s one bogey at the ridge just north of you. He’s the enemy’s reserve and a sniper—track and kill! Zac, get ready. I’m coming in.” “You’re what?” Zac stammered. “You can’t expose the flag like that!” The adversary pack was beelining into the marked passageway like a school of fish in a narrowing net. The mirrors disoriented the attackers and veiled the locations of his &nbsp;defenders. Kaden glanced at his screen again. He allowed himself a half smile. Once the bulk of them had moved into the most exposed section, Kaden issued his order. “Jeremy, fry the fish.”&nbsp;</p>\n<p>&nbsp;A flash of red beams from Jeremy’s troops sent the enemy falling like pins in a bowling alley. Each laser contact short-circuited the victim’s nerve impulses, causing a temporary muscle malfunction that left them immobilized. The crowd exploded in rapturous applause as the bodies flopped atop one another on the big screen. “Ella and Mia reporting in. Bogey is down.” Kaden grinned. “Great work, ladies. Now get back and finish off anyone trying to retreat from Jeremy’s bottleneck.” “The raiders are through!” Ki yelled. “They’re coming for you!” “Keep them engaged,” Kaden calmly replied, picking up his weapon and moving to the stairwell. “I want their CS to think we’re defending our HQ to the last man.” He jogged down the steps, hand pressed to the flag on his breast. Pausing a moment at the bottom, he took a deep breath before swinging the door open and running out to his right. “Zac,” Kaden called, “I’m beside your bunker. Come out and cover my ass.” Zac’s head popped out of the turret just meters above, his face creased into a smirk. “About time you let me see some action.” The pair moved carefully, Zac guiding the way as Kaden checked his wrist map to scrutinize the little blue and red dots swarming across the screen. “Their CS is probably choking after losing his advantage,” panted Kaden. “He’s alone in his fort. I’m going in, so you cover me from here.” Neither CS player wore a tracker—the risk of leaving the tower too great to consider one necessary—so Hom would have no way of sensing his location. “That’s crazy!” answered Zac, eyes wide with shock. “Why not send the girls?” Kaden sighed, trying not to lose patience with his friend’s constant questioning. “Because I need them to keep his soldiers off our tower. As soon as they learn it’s deserted, we’re toast.”</p>\n<p>&nbsp;A tingling sensation came over Kaden as they scrambled beneath clumps of vegetation and into the shadow of the enemy prize. Kaden looked up to see Hom stomping around, his can of sponsored Pepsi hurled against the shatterproof windows. Alone, he appeared to be screaming at his troops and both his hands were waving forward in a frantic order to advance all forces. Kaden grinned. One big fish, alone in his tank. He gripped the steel ladder alongside the structure and climbed. At the top of the observatory he pulled the handle of the makeshift paneled door and held his breath as it opened slowly, Hom’s vociferous cursing loud enough to make him wince.&nbsp;</p>\n<p>&nbsp;Kaden gripped his laser gun and aimed at Hom’s back. “Careful, my friend. One wrong move and you’ll be on the ground, writhing like a worm.” Just like that, the howling stopped. 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