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| Signing Chain of Command at the Official Launch Party |
As I leave you guys today, I’d like to say a huge
thanks for partying with me. I’ve had a great time joining you here at the
Goddessfish Party Pavilion. I leave you
now, with an excerpt from the first chapter of my debut thriller, Chain of Command, which R.L. Stine, the
thriller master himself, says, “…will shock you—and the
shocks keep right on coming. Colby Marshall has written a book that deserves to
be called THRILLER."
I hope you enjoy the excerpt, and
if you do, please consider purchasing Chain
of Command! And without further ado,
here’s the excerpt:
CHAIN OF COMMAND
By Colby Marshall
CHAPTER ONE
Zero Hour
California
His
heart rate never rose above
sixty as he looked through the scope of his .50 caliber sniper rifle at the
unfortunate soul caught in his crosshairs.
He
kept his breathing even. He inhaled deeply, slowly, so he could hold his breath
as long as it took when the moment came. Then, he controlled his exhale
equally. Hold. Breathing when he pulled the trigger could affect the shot’s
precision. He had done this a time or two. Actually way more than that.
But
this one was different.
This
one he knew.
Still,
no reason to worry. Stick to the protocol.
He
fixed on the target’s head in the center of the scope. The perfect kill shot.
Just the way the United States military taught him.
Beside
him sat a cell phone, the prepaid kind you could pay cash for in any discount
store so it could never be traced. Only one person had the number to this
phone.
He
sucked air into his nostrils, noting the feel of the air temperature as he
watched the glowing face of the phone, the clock flicking in time from 8:59 to
9:00 PM. The phone vibrated against the cement. He turned it on and listened in
his earpiece.
“You
good to go?”
“Yep,
have to go now. Target locked.”
“On my
three,” said the voice.
It was
important their shots go off at exactly the same time so the message would be
unmistakable.
He
heard the voice count it off at the other end of the phone. “One...”
His
finger tightened on the trigger. His eyes bored into the skull of the man he
was about to blow apart. He was lucky he still had a clear shot, but then
again, his plans rarely went wrong. Amazing that something so incredible and
horrible could be counted off in the same manner as ripping a Band-Aid off of a
five-year-old kid’s knee.
“Two…”
His
finger tensed just the right amount and held there, ready to fire.
“Three.”
As he
squeezed the trigger, he heard the shot at the other end of the line. A blast right on top of my own. That’s a new
one.
Even
as the recoil slammed his frame backward, he was already back on his feet and
disassembling the rifle. He thrust the pieces into his case in less than thirty
seconds, then ran down the stairwell, calm but rushed.
And he
was right to be in a hurry. He’d not only just heard the gunshot that killed
the President of the United States. He had just executed the Vice President.
Day 1: Early Morning
Washington
D.C.
The
phone rang. The shrill cry
of her mockingbird ringtone crowed in the air demanding an answer. Try as she
might to ignore it, it just wouldn’t stop.
“All
right, all right!” Fifty-three-year-old Elaine Covington rolled over in her bed
and pulled the receiver to her ear. This had better be good.
“What?”
she barked into the phone. The numbers on the clock beside her four-poster bed
read 12:44 A. M. Who the hell would be calling at this hour, and what was so
important they felt like they needed to wake her up?
“I’m
sorry for the lateness of the hour, Madame Speaker,” said the voice on the
other line, tension seeping through the cracks of his tone. His first words
were too fast, his last few too slow, as if he didn’t know what to call her.
“But it’s an emergency. This is Bert Royal.”
She
knew him, though her staff spent more time with him than she had. There weren’t
many occasions when her position required her to interact with President
Seymour’s Chief of Staff. Elaine clutched the phone tighter as Bert spoke.
“The
president and the vice president have been shot. Both are dead. Madame Speaker,
you’re the first Congressperson, um, former Congressperson to know.”
Through
the white hailstorm in her mind, the lists of what to do, what to say, in what
order, and to whom battled for dominance. She had to get dressed, had to get
out of this room, out of bed, damn it.
“Give me ten minutes. No, make it
fifteen. Get that new bimbo press secretary we just hired. Meet me at the back
office.”
“No,
Madame Speaker. I’m sorry. I’ve got orders to send a car with a special detail
to take you to a secure place.”
She
swore. What her exact words were she doubted she’d remember. She agreed to be
ready within the hour. She dropped her cell phone back on the nightstand, her
knuckles still white from clenching the phone.
She
lay back on her pillow. Surely she was in the middle of a dream. A nightmare.
Congress would assemble; she would have to preside for hours over a debate
about whether or not to attack the country responsible.
Suddenly,
her eyes flew open. She sat up straight in her bed. She hadn’t been asked to
show up at the Capitol. She had been told she’d be taken to an undisclosed
location where she would be debriefed.
It was
as if she’d been slapped across the face the same way her grandmother smacked
her once when she talked back to her at age ten.
President Seymour was dead.
Vice President Tifton was dead.
The Constitution dictated the next
person in line.
Elaine
Covington blinked twice. She was now the President of the United States.
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Thanks again for hanging with me today, and I hope you’re having a great
weekend. Cheers!
