Scavenger Vanishes by Liza O’Connor
How did Marge become a Colonel of the East Coast?
The East Coast SkyRyders are so male dominant that the chances of a female becoming a colonel is about one in a billion, and even if she did make it, all she’d be is bed-fodder for the general and male colonels. That is if she’s pretty and obliging. Otherwise, she’d be dead.
So how did Marge get in?
1) She’s a bombshell and believes men are all the same (alpha male assholes), so she’ll do whoever she has to make progress.
2) As a Secret Service captain, she wrote up a plan to stop the sale of SkyRyder equipment to the enemy, then went around her colonel and submitted it straight to MAC (MAC is the AI that is in charge of the SkyRyders Corp.)
3) MAC approved her plan, promoted her to colonel.
As a colonel, she has shown little competence, but she has warmed the beds of three generals (Generals don’t live long on the East Coast. The colonels will take them out the moment they get too greedy with their cut of their blackmarket business that sells Corps’ guns and equipment to their enemies.
To be honest, until General Logan shows up, she hasn’t been making much progress.
Stationed on opposite coasts, Alisha and Logan must each face their own demons and challenges. On the West Coast, Alisha loses her rank for butting heads with General Powell and soon discovers the life of a private can be utter hell. On the East Coast, newly promoted General Logan discovers his soldiers do not recognize his authority to command. In an effort to retake control of the East Coast Corps, Logan authorizes unthinkable actions. When Alisha faces a life-threatening crisis, will Logan rise above his own troubles, or will she discover love and rescue with her best friend Jack?
The SkyRyder’s Series, Book 3
The more familiar Logan became with the established East Coast officers, the harder the task of winning this war became. Clearly his colonels did not recognize his right to be their general. Having his every order questioned became a routine occurrence.
If he could, he would have replaced them all, but first he needed to have colonels with whom to replace them, and MAC was selective about making colonels now. A full psych test was required. Usually it was required before becoming a general as well, but in times of war, MAC valued expediency over process, and thus had not required Logan to take a new psych test. Since he had more than his share of problems to deal with just now and couldn’t afford the fatigue the test caused, he’d been fine with skipping it.
Beyond the blatant disrespect of his officers, he had other problems. Equipment was missing, but he wasn’t yet certain if the theft was a past or current problem.
Additionally, the troops blatantly ignored his order that the making of dogs was to stop. Since his warning to cease the practice, young cadets now wore dog collars on their necks—a clear message from his captains. Not only were they ignoring his order, but they made certain he knew it.
He needed Alisha to work her magic on his troops and give them a conscience and a soul. Ben was a great flier, but the only squad he could inspire was the BDs. Originally, Logan had planned to split the BDs among the forts, but he feared they would all die of unexplained accidents if he didn’t keep them together and close at hand.
Someone placed a cup of coffee on his desk, pulling him back to the present. His strategist, Colonel Marge Williams, sat down in the chair on the other side of his desk. She looked nothing like a strategist and every bit like a blonde bombshell: gorgeous full lips, sultry eyes, and a curvaceous body that promised much pleasure in bed.
“I looked over the plans you used in your Midwest battles. They’re excellent. I see Jack Sparkes deserves his ranking as the top strategist.” She sighed. “But they aren’t going to fly on the East Coast.”
“Why not?” Logan asked. “The Cartel’s modus operandi is exactly the same here as it is in the Midwest.”
“Because the East Coast has its own way of fighting battles. The squads fly in by their captains’ seniority in service and ranking. We don’t have specialists.”
Logan stared in amazement. This was his strategist?
“So,” Logan said, trying to contain his growing anger and frustration, “In order to maintain the status quo, you’re willing to forego the use of a proven plan and continue to draw up plans that result in high casualties and destruction of Corps property?”
Marge held up her hands. “I don’t like it any more than you. However, the facts are the facts. This place is like a hardcore teamsters union. You do it their way or it doesn’t get done.”
Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels.
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