Return of the Eagle
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Last published Mon, Dec 2, 2013
While one was driven by greed, and another by hatred, the worst trouble was from the one driven by loyalty.
In 2030 human presence on the Moon is sketchy with a mix of public and private enterprise, leading to a dangerous conspiracy. An unlikely government agent is pressed into service to get to the heart of it and finds himself in a situation he must resolve alone.
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