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The countdown has begun. Amos Morgan, Aubrey Carter, and the Runners have only days—or less—before the Enclave’s rulers unleash an army of Trackers.
Life inside the Enclave is fast deteriorating, manipulated by the shadowy Givers and their power-hungry Hoarder accomplices.
The Dissidents—Mateo and Megan—may be the key. But whose side are they on?
One last, desperate option remains: dance with the Scorpion.
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Scorpion Flash Fiction #3
“How long will that hold if the Trackers find us?”
Aubrey Carter cast a dubious eye on the trapdoor at the top of the stairs, dreading the answer.
Sheila and Garr exchanged glances. The Colonel gave Aubrey a rueful grin. “How long does it take to unwrap a Christmas present?”
“It’s only meant to be camouflage,” Sheila said. “It was never intended as a barricade.”
Aubrey drew a shaky breath. She’d expected their response, but having her suspicions confirmed was still unsettling. “Thanks for a straight answer.”
…Scorpion Flash Fiction #1
Amos Morgan stumbled, almost losing his footing on the sidewalk’s cracked and uneven surface. His shoulder connected with bruising force against the brick wall of an abandoned tenement, wringing an involuntary gasp from his lungs.
He regained his balance and leaned against the rough bricks, hands on his knees, catching his breath.
The full moon painted the City’s deserted streets with an eerie phosphorescence. Amos strained to listen above his heavy panting. He held his breath, reducing the noise to a pounding heartbeat in his ears.
Nothing. If Trackers were closing in, they were in stealth mode.
…