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  Hot Zone

  Danger in Arms, Book 3

  Cindy Dees

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  Contents

  The Beginning

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Before You Go…

  Fever Zone

  Also by Cindy Dees

  About the Author

  The Beginning

  Fifty thousand years ago, after discovering that human females carried a nascent genetic potential that might one day develop into the ability to star navigate, the Pleiadean Council planted a dozen pieces of a bronze disk, known as the Karanovo stamp, across the Earth, hidden in darkness until mankind advances enough to travel through time and find them.

  And then, out of the ashes of the mystery-shrouded Roswell UFO crash in 1947, a secret research project called Anasazi arose. Its improbable goal: learn to use the recovered alien technology for the purposes of time travel. General Beverly Ashton was the last to command this project before a dozen time travelers were inexplicably lost and the project disbanded.

  However, the recent discovery of an ancient journal, known as the Ad Astra, has given Professor Athena Carswell the information she needs to begin sending modern time travelers back through human history in search of the twelve pieces of the Karanovo Stamp. This stamp, when fully reassembled, will send a signal across the galaxy to the Pleiadean Council, indicating that mankind is ready to be introduced to the rest of the galactic community.

  Project Anasazi has secretly been reactivated, and General Ashton, now retired, and Professor Carswell are continuing the project’s work. They are carefully recruiting and training a team of military women to make the dangerous time jumps.

  But threats loom on the horizon, both from humans who would see the project ended—or worse, steal its work and use it for nefarious ends—and from the Centaurian Federation, which will do anything to stop humans from learning how to navigate the stars….

  One

  Her entire life had come down to this moment. Tessa stepped into the time-travel chamber and closed the booth’s curved door. Deep silence surrounded her. The lab staff stood outside, watching her through the clear quartz panels, holding their collective breath as she settled into the comfortable recliner chair.

  Outside the booth, Dr. Athena Carswell did the same. Tessa watched the professor sink deep into her chair and don the crownlike brain-wave amplifier that would allow her to fling Tessa back in time more than two thousand years.

  Calm suffused Tessa. Profound relief. Finally, an end to it all. A goodbye to this life one way or another—either by succeeding and leaping into a far-removed past or by failure of the jump and death. But either way, Tessa Marconi, weird kid turned psychic adult, was done with the mortal coil of the twenty-first century.

  The hair on her arms stood up a moment before her skin began to tingle. The sensation built from mildly uncomfortable to an annoying itch to tongues of agony. It might have made a lesser person scream, but she embraced the pain.

  She became aware of a subliminal hum—Athena Carswell’s breathtaking brainpower weaving a psychic bubble around her. The power swirled dizzyingly, and Tessa felt faintly nauseous. Don’t fight it. Ride the wave. Previous time travelers had reported becoming ill, and it was possible that a few had even died because they’d failed to properly surf the time currents.

  Athena herself looked to be an oasis of calm, as relaxed as if she were taking a nap. The only incongruity to the picture was the odd-looking headband she wore. Tessa didn’t know the details, but the contraption’s twin quartz crystals transformed the professor’s thoughts into this crackling pocket of energy.

  The lab seemed to waver and shimmer, and Tessa belatedly squeezed her eyes shut tightly. It was important that her brain receive no extraneous input that could anchor her too firmly in this time and place.

  Any second now, the bubble would be complete and she would land in the past—twenty-five hundred years ago on a mission so important it might very well help determine the future of mankind. A nimbus of light built around her, bright enough that she had to restrain an impulse to lift her hand to shield her closed eyes. Her body started to feel lighter.

  Ready or not, here goes nothing.

  Abruptly, a new sound intruded upon Tessa’s unnatural detachment—an earsplitting jangle of noise that startled her eyes wide open. Athena lurched in her armchair, jolted out of her trance. Alarm exploded across the scientist’s features.

  Not good.

  The bubble around Tessa abruptly radiated a heat so unbearable she feared she might burst into flame. Frantically, she squeezed her eyes shut again.

  Someone screamed, “Noooo!”

  And then everything exploded around her.

  Alexandra Patton, psychic medium and soon-to-be time traveler herself, raced across the lab toward Athena, shouting over the earsplitting alarm klaxon. “What the hell’s going on?”

  “Fire alarm!” one of the lab techs shouted back.

  Alex frowned. “A fire? Here in the lab?”

  The tech shook his head. “The computers are fine.”

  Alex lunged forward to help Professor Carswell struggle weakly to her feet. She steadied the scientist and they both rushed over to the complex panel of monitoring equipment, which was flickering ominously.

  “Did you see her go?” the professor bit out.

  Alex glanced at the empty transit platform. “No. I was distracted by the alarm. Why? Was something wrong with the jump?”

  “I don’t know. There was a disturbance in the time flow—”

  The lab’s door burst open. Alex whirled and snapped at the guard stumbling into the room, “I thought there were supposed to be no intrusions in this lab under any circum—”

  A cloud of black smoke billowed in, carrying with it a fireman in full gear. He shouted through his Plexiglas fac
e mask, “Clear the building, folks. Immediately.”

  “How close is the fire?” Alex asked sharply.

  The man beckoned urgently with a gloved hand. “Let’s go! One of you grab the back of my coat and the rest of you hang on to each other. The smoke’s too thick to see through. Hold your breath and stay low. It’s not far to the emergency exit.”

  Alex grabbed on to Athena’s lab coat while the professor snatched at something on the way past her armchair, tucking it inside her clothes.

  They stumbled out into a darkness so thick and oppressive Alex literally couldn’t see her hand in front of her face. It smelled awful, a noxious mix of burning wires and sulfuric stink. The smoke made her eyes water furiously, and long before they reached the exit, she was coughing violently. Thank God the guy had told them to hang on to each other. She clutched Professor Carswell’s jacket grimly and staggered along behind her boss.

  They burst outside, gasping for air. Alex fell to her knees, her eyes watering copiously while she coughed up a lungful of smoke. A half-dozen blurry black shadows sprinted past, heading into the building. Must be more firemen, or maybe they were spirits of the dead. God, she couldn’t wait to get back to the peace of the tall-grass prairie, her refuge.

  As soon as her lungs and eyes cleared enough to do it, Alex took a head count of the lab’s staff. All present and accounted for. Except, of course, Tessa Marconi. She was gone. But to where? Or more precisely, when?

  Tessa slammed into something hard and cold, and lay on her side, gasping for air. Nobody had warned her the landing would be so violent. But hey. She felt pain. That meant she was alive, right? Relief washed over her.

  Slowly she pushed up onto her hands and knees. And promptly got tangled up in the loosely draped fabric of a long cloak. Appropriate clothes had materialized around her during the transit. In addition to flinging operatives all over creation, Athena Carswell was also able to produce period clothing and implant local language and customs in her agents as part of their time jumps.

  Thank goodness. Showing up here buck naked was the last thing Tessa needed. Wherever here was. Or more to the point, when.

  In theory, time travel was as precise a science as flying a jet halfway around the world and landing on the first brick of a specific runway. But only a handful of people had ever done it, and only a few of them successfully.

  Inky blackness swathed her. If she was lucky, that meant nobody had seen her blink into existence. She was in a small chamber of some kind with a stone floor. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she made out a faint outline, maybe a doorway.

  Using the wall at her back for support, she crawled to her feet. Dizziness washed over her, and she leaned her forehead against the cool stone until the sensation passed. Still a little woozy, but burning with curiosity to find out when and where she was, she pushed away from the wall.

  Something scuffed outside and she leaped to one side of the opening, plastering herself against the wall. Her head spun once more and she blinked hard to clear the stars from her eyes as she listened frantically for whoever was out there.

  What she wouldn’t give right now for riot gear and a high-powered flashlight! But the ancient time into which she’d hopefully jumped precluded any modern equipment. Except, of course, a tiny emergency first-aid kit with antibiotics, painkillers, suture gear and a tiny toothbrush and dental floss.

  Athena had also promised to send Tessa a knife, fire-starting stones, a waterproof pouch and a handful of gold coins. There should be a few other sundries in her bag—a comb, some dried berries and nuts, a length of rope.

  And then there was her arm cuff, of course. The warm bronze armband clasped her left biceps reassuringly, holding the all-important quartz crystal imprinted with Tessa’s unique brain wave pattern. Pressing upon the crystal would signal Athena to bring her back into the twenty-first century. It was Tessa’s only ticket home.

  Cautiously, she peered outside the tiny chamber. A towering stone column cast a deep shadow over the doorway. She’d seen similar columns in ancient ruins, but this one was intact and didn’t show any wear and tear.

  As her eyes continued to adjust to the dark, she noticed colorful images painted upon its surface.

  She’d done it. She’d arrived in some ancient time, and from the looks of that column, near some grand civilization.

  Somewhere beyond the magnificent column, a dim flicker of light announced the presence of humans. She stepped through the doorway and stopped, staring in wonder. An entire colonnade of pristine Ionic columns stretched away in both directions.

  Could it be? Was she really standing in 480 B.C.?

  A thrill of delight raced through her.

  “You there! What are ye about?” a gruff voice challenged from behind her.

  She whipped around, her hands coming up into defensive readiness. A short, thick man. Shaved head. Bare chest. Walnut-colored skin. Dressed in a short affair that was part skirt and part diaper. But what riveted her attention was the lethal-looking scimitar he held, as if intimately familiar with its use.

  “State your business, woman!”

  Athena said Tessa had merely to think in modern English, and information implanted in her brain during the jump would make the translation to Persian as the words came out of her mouth.

  To test her supposed ability to speak the ancient tongue, Tessa spoke cautiously to the guard. “I’m lost.”

  “Who be ye?”

  “I am Tessa of Marconi, a noblewoman in my homeland, but a stranger to this place.”

  The soldier’s eyes narrowed. “Where be thy retainers and slaves if ye be noble?”

  The guard definitely understood her. Whatever language she was speaking was appropriate to this place and time. She replied, “There has been an accident. My ship was wrecked upon these shores. I am alone.” It was the cover story they’d agreed upon back in the lab in consultation with several historians who were experts in this time period. Assuming she was when she thought she was.

  The man still looked suspicious. Crud.

  In her army experience, being in charge wasn’t always about rank. Sometimes it was purely a function of who stepped up and took charge. She announced with authority, “Take me to whoever receives noble visitors.” For good measure, she added firmly, “Immediately.”

  Apparently well-conditioned to following orders, the guard bent low at the waist in a bow. She followed as he walked briskly down the colonnade. Ahead of them, a buzz of noise gradually resolved itself into laughter, shouting and music, as if a party was in full swing.

  Guards dressed like her escort were spaced at regular intervals along the colonnade. Shallow bowls rested on chest-high bronze stands, holding some sort of flaming oil that lit the open-air hall. The gaiety grew louder. The smells of spicy food, rancid wine and sweat assaulted her nose.

  People spilled out of the feast in pairs and groups, some laughing drunkenly, others singing bawdy songs in various tongues. She recognized snippets of Greek and Egyptian from her studies of ancient languages, and she heard several dialects she couldn’t even begin to guess at.

  A few guests indulged in more physical entertainments. She averted her eyes from the graphic sight of a fat, bald fellow partaking of a young man who was on his hands and knees behind one of the columns. The catamite caught her eye and smiled lewdly at her, licking his lips.

  A woman screamed, the sound cut off abruptly as a group of young men closed in around the female in question. An urge to race to the woman nearly overcame Tessa. If the woman was lucky, that scream was a playful one. If not, Tessa couldn’t help lest she endanger her own mission.

  Her guide stopped at the entrance arch to an enormous hall and made a sweeping gesture with his arm. “I present to you the imperial court of the king of kings, ruler of the Medes and Achemens, of Ethiopia and India and all between, His Glorious Majesty Emperor Xerxes of Parsa.”

  Xerxes. Athena had done it. The professor had managed to deliver her to her exact destination
—the court of the legendary Persian emperor. If Athena’s timing had been as accurate, Xerxes had already marched his massive army across the Hellespont, and around the northern shore of the Aegean Sea. He should be in the final stages of preparation for his assault on Athens.

  Tessa stepped up beside the guard. And stared.

  The imperial court of His Glorious Majesty Emperor Xerxes of Parsa was currently engaged in a giant, drunken orgy.

  “Wait thou here while I find thee a member of the court.”

  She nodded, unable to tear her gaze away from the decadent scene. Bright colors assaulted her eyes everywhere she looked in the cavernous space: women bedecked in jewel-toned gauze; elaborate rugs on the marble floors; mosaics and frescoes on the plastered walls and ceiling depicting bloody battles, hunts and lascivious sexual indulgences.

  Huge brass braziers emitted flickering light and sweet-smelling smoke that curled, serpentlike, around the pillars and contributed to the thick haze hanging over the room. Slave girls fed reclining men orange slices and red grapes. Young men danced drunkenly to the strains of twangy stringed instruments and nasal-sounding horns.

  And bodies. Half-naked or exposed in all their glory, bodies writhed everywhere in a mass of multiethnic humanity that covered every horizontal surface—the floors, the low, cushioned couches around the edges of the room, even the tabletops. In a single glance, Tessa observed more variations upon a sexual theme than she could ever possibly imagine.