For those of you who haven’t met Dro Tar yet, I decided to go back to OPERATION HYDRA and give you a peek at an earlier scene. She’s mouthy, feisty, and refuses to take crap from anyone. I think you’ll like her.
CrossFire releases on Thursday! WooHoo!! I can’t wait.
An Excerpt From: OPERATION HYDRA
Copyright © CYNDI FRIBERG, 2008
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
“You can’t use Mystic abilities of any kind until we’re ready for the final offensive,” he explained. Vee and Mage Gerr inclined their heads in unison and Trey chuckled. Dark, brooding Gerr was the perfect contrast to Vee’s ethereal grace.
Trey turned to Dro Tar. He had recruited her for a special assignment fourteen cycles past. Her sharp wit and creative thinking had so impressed him that he put in a royal order requisitioning her services upon graduation from the City of Tears. Her temperament and personality were totally incompatible—and wasted—in military service. Trey just couldn’t allow it to happen. Cyrus, the Ontarian overlord, granted the request and Dro Tar had served him faithfully if unconventionally ever since.
She refused to wear anything resembling a uniform, her quarters were lavishly decorated according to her mood and her fascination with all things Earthish now bordered on obsession. But Trey enjoyed her company and trusted her abilities. Today’s “uniform” was a pair of faded blue jeans and a T-shirt sporting the slogan We’ll get along just fine as soon as you agree to worship me.
Her head of shaggy, gold-tipped brown hair bobbed rhythmically and her fingers tapped against the edge of the table. Apparently her audiocom was programmed for music—again. Something rather rambunctious if her body language were any indication.
“High Queen Aune is using the flawless performance of this ship to pressure Lord Cyrus into releasing the prototype ahead of schedule.” As he spoke, Trey activated his control grid and found the channel Dro Tar was using. He spiked her volume and watched her dance.
“What the…” She shook her head, jerked the audiocom out of her ear and threw it on the table, scowling furiously.
“Pay attention,” Trey scolded.
She stuck her finger in her ear and wiggled it, shook her head again. “I’m too poor to pay attention.”
“I have plans for you, but I need to get the others briefed before I can fill you in so behave yourself.”
“Yes sir.” Her brownish green eyes swirled with amusement. She appeared anything but cowed.
Learn more about Dro Tar and her friends in OPERATION HYDRA .
