Doom 3: Worlds on Fire
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Mars City
22.697 degrees North latitude,
48.222 degrees West longitude
Ian Keliher walked up to what loked to be an enormous portal, the steel plates sealed tight. He tapped it, then turned to the three men following behind him.
"So -- what's on the other side?" he asked. Two of the men -- Elliot Swann, the company lawyer, and Jack Campbell, the head of security -- turned to the man in uniform. Medals and colorful bars spoke of experience; three stars indicated a general.
A general in the space marines, Kelliher thought. Less a U.S. government military unit than a Union Aerospace Corporation private security force.
"Mars," the general replied. "Right now, nothing but a big flat expanse of red dirt and rock."
Kelliher nodded. He knew the project was behind schedule, even though no one had told him so. Nobody ever told him the truth about the problems. Nobody ever told him anything they thought he didn't want to hear.
Worst of all, he'd have to go back Earthside and report to his father, the great Tommy Kelliher. Sitting in his castle-like Newport Beach estate, monit ... read full excerpt from: Doom 3: Worlds on Fire ebook