Lana is meant to be good at one thing: following orders. She joined The Program, the rebuilding project of a devastated parallel Earth, to honor her father who died discovering the parallel world.
Her job description is simple: keep the Researchers safe, even if that means having to trank a survivor or two.
When her team is sent to neutralize one of the survivors’ leaders, Lana doesn’t know whether to comply or flip her leader off. She is scared out of her camouflage panties that she won't pull through. It's not like "assassination skills wanted" was on the job application.
If being led by Alex, a survivor with a cute butt and mad fighting skills, isn't enough to distract her, discovering her father is alive sure does, big time. When she finds him hiding amongst the survivors and learns her people caused the planet's devastation in the first place, she has to choose: be loyal to her father or to her home world.
THE END WORLD is a 65,000 word young-adult science fiction novel about learning to choose between what is said to be right and what is felt to hold true. You will find the first 250 words pasted below.
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THE END WORLD
My first trip to the End World should have scared me s***less. Instead, it made me realize just how important the role of a Spinner really is. If I had been as scared as other newbies during that same trip, my butt would be sitting in one of the comfy chairs of the control room, orchestrating spins.
That’s what they called it, those same Researchers in those same control rooms, spins. I often wandered who came up with the term.
Spinning back and forth between Earth and The End World was the easy part of the job. Most of the time, we were making sure Researchers didn’t get themselves killed in the field. I guess having a high IQ didn’t gift them with common sense.
I slipped past the faded theater sign, grabbed the cement ledge, and hauled myself up. My labored breathing and sweaty back reminded me to lay off my allotted calories at dinner. I flattened myself against the hot roof and rested my rifle against the front ledge as I focused through the scope.
Across the street, Sal was already lying down, scanning the street with his NF P90.
Damn, he is fast.
His voice crackled in my earplant. “Need to lose a few pounds, girlfriend. Soon you won’t be able to climb a speedbump.”
I gave him the finger.
“Love you too, Lana.”
“Just focus on our mission, will you!” I hissed in my vocollar, taking his silence as agreement.