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Chapters (42)
  1. Cover Blurb
  2. Contents
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty

And then lost it all, James thought, sourly.  For Britain – or any of the other major interstellar powers – such a disaster would be bad enough, but for the Mexicans it would be catastrophic.  Somehow, he doubted that they’d insured themselves ... and even if they had, there would be years of legal wrangling before anything was paid.  No insurance company had offered a policy against alien attack, prior to First Contact.  It was probably covered under Acts of God.

The aliens, it was clear, hadn't been particularly interested in the system either.  There was no hint that they’d surveyed the handful of asteroids in the system or landed a settlement on Vera Cruz.  It was an empty world, now that the humans had been exterminated; logically, the aliens could have taken it for themselves.  But maybe they had good reason to hold off on landing colonists, he decided.  After thousands of humans had been slaughtered, it was unlikely that the human race wouldn't retaliate against alien settlers.

Landing colonists on New Russia makes sense, he told himself.  Human shields.  We couldn't bombard the planet without killing millions of Russians.

He scowled.  If there was one thing the human race had relearned over the past two centuries, it was that such tactics couldn't be tolerated.  Showing weakness, even an understandable reluctance to accidentally kill friendly civilians, only encouraged the terrorists and insurgents who had fought and died fighting the civilised world.  They were evil, of that James had no doubt, but were the aliens?  Were they deliberately using the population of New Russia as shields or ... or were they utterly unaware of what they were doing?

It seemed impossible, but the aliens weren't human.  They might be humanoid, yet their thinking might be very different.  It was possible that they regarded themselves as completely expendable, let alone human captives and civilians.  Or that they were willing to leave human civilians alone as long as the civilians did as they were told.  But the silence from Vera Cruz suggested that the entire planet was dead.

Unless they’ve decided not to risk using radio, he told himself.  But he wasn't optimistic.

“One of the drones is entering orbit now,” the sensor officer reported.  “It’s still picking up no trace of alien starships.”

“Put the live feed on the display,” James ordered.  “Let's see what happened here.”