Hot Pursuit
Everything that night was going perfectly until the door that was supposed to be locked crashed open and the man with the gun stepped through.
Kate Foster turned in her seat at the NASA Command Center computer terminal and stared at him, her mind still caught up in the web of data she'd started entering to communicate with the HW-1 satellite. With only her core staff on duty, just seven of them were in the CC. Unusual for such a sophisticated project, but then, no one had expected anything but a routine telemetry adjustment.
Vernon, at the far end of the room, was the first to speak. "Sir, authorized personnel only in this area."
It took Kate a moment to realize that the cubicle partitions blocked her computer tech's view of the short-muzzled automatic weapon held hip level by the intruder.
Then Cambridge screamed, and Tommy, standing beside her, whispered, "Oh, shit." And Kate's brain snapped into gear.
Her left hand slipped beneath the desktop and found the smooth plastic panic button even as the fingertips of her other hand hit three keys in succession on the board in front of her. The monitor screen flashed once, then went ... read full excerpt from Hot Pursuit ebook
