Invasion: Alaska

Chinese are unapologetic for taking preventive measures against what they call “mercenary Anglo exploiters.”

“We will remember this,” the Secretary of State said.

“For their sake, I hope they do,” Minister Jian Hong said.

When pressed for further comments, both men remained silent.

Analysts believe that one clue to the Secretary of State’s final comment is that the Grain Union has begun admitting new member nations, widening the food embargo against Greater China. The Chinese demand an end to the embargo as Jian Hong hinted of new Chinese responses.

The war is over in Alaska, but animosity between the two superpowers is still strong. The world looks on, hoping for peace as the two countries continue what some are now calling “the new Cold War.”

The End

To the Reader: I hope you’ve enjoyed Invasion: Alaska. If you would like to read more about the Great War between China and the United States, I encourage you to write a review. Let me know how you feel and let others know what to expect.

— Vaughn Heppner

If you enjoyed Invasion: Alaska, you might also enjoy Accelerated. Read on for an exciting excerpt.

Novels by Vaughn Heppner

The Ark Chronicles:

People of the Ark

People of the Flood

People of Babel

People of the Tower

Lost Civilizations:

Giants

Leviathan

The Tree of Life

Gog

Behemoth

The Lod Saga

The Oracle of Gog

The Doom Star Series:

Star Soldier

Bio-Weapon

Battle Pod

Cyborg Assault

Planet Wrecker

Star Fortress

Alternate Europe:

The Dragon Horn

Dark Crusade

Assassin of the Damned

Historical Novels:

The Great Pagan Army

The Sword of Carthage

The Rogue Knight

Other Novels:

Invasion: Alaska

Strontium-90

The Dragon of Carthage

Accelerated

ACCELERATED (An excerpt)

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I was having the nightmare again.

Iron bands shackled me to a gurney. Fluorescent lights passed above as grim-faced men wheeled me down a corridor. Their shoes scuffled on the tiles and their garlic breath fogged over my face. Straining, I tried to arch my head to see how near I was to the laboratory. There was a loud buzzing noise. I wanted to shout, but the orderlies had stuffed a wadded cloth in my mouth.

Then a cold, hard feeling built in my gut. No, I told myself. This isn’t going to happen again.

I struggled so hard I broke out of the dream. A moment of disorientation followed. It was dark where I lay, and the gurney’s dream-wheels had stopped squeaking, although the buzzing continued. I frowned, wondering what had happened to the orderlies. Then I realized I was on my boat, my cabin cruiser, lying on my bunk with a pillow jammed over my head. My bedspread was damp with sweat, the blanket shoved to one side. The one constant was the buzzing. In the nightmare, it had come from the laboratory. Here—

I sat up. The buzzing came from my security system. Someone was on my boat.

My heart sped up with adrenalin. Had they found me? After four years of running, of hiding—I’d escaped the terrible facility, the one from my dream that had been a grim reality of inhuman tests.

The red-glowing numerals of my clock showed it was 12:16 PM, about noon. That couldn’t be a coincidence. They came at me during the height of daylight.

I slid from my bunk, shoving my legs through a pair of shorts. Then I turned off the alarm. Were Kevlar- armored commandos signaling to one another as they inched toward the door? Were they ready to rush down here, using flash-bang grenades to blind me?

“Never again,” I whispered.

I crouched by my bunk, shoving my hand under the mattress. My fingers wrapped around a loaded Browning .45. I yanked it out and flicked off the safety. A round was already in the chamber.

The Alamo, my cabin cruiser, was docked in San Francisco harbor south of Fisherman’s Wharf. My idea this time had been to hide in the open. That might have been a mistake. I examined my gun. There was a city ordinance against firearms. But that was the least of my concerns as no ordinary prison could hold me for long. Letting them find me was the danger. Letting them take me back to the lab—

My grip tightened around the gun.

I exited my cabin, moved silently through a cramped corridor and started up a stairway. I was bare-footed