I'm at my best when in the woods.Just don't get in my crosshairs.In the twenty-fourth century, global government is a fact, intra-stellar travel a reality, aliens are a known liability, and brokered certified mercenaries fill the societal role of "extraordinary facilitators." In other words, we do the stuff that others won't.I, Peter Dominic, am a typical midwestern mongrel mix, a registered and certified, second-class, hunter-killer mercenary. I call home, Circle City, Indiana, located smack dab in the heartland of the North American Confederation of States. I contract out to hunt down and kill nearly anything, unless it is a sentient lifeform, be it human, a member of the Forest People, Pleiadean, or Sagittarian. They're off limits per the Code. But there always exists that gray area, when confronted by a threatening unknown. What do you do if attacked? Shoot first? Or stop and give the individual an intelligence test? Like I said, "it's a gray area."This volume is the fourth book of a new sci-fi fiction series entitled, Twenty-Fourth Century Mercenaries. For those not familiar with my others, peek inside and find others that include time travel, paranormal archaeology, and age-old rivalries between occult societies

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