The Human Disguise - Softcover

O'neal, James

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0765359774 ISBN 13: 9780765359773

Verlag: Tor Science Fiction, 2010

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The world has been shattered. Disease and war have ravaged the earth. A resurgent Germany once again threatens Europe, the United States is engaged in the Middle East, and New York has been left an empty, radioactive ruin. The city of Miami has become a virtual prison, home to the worst life has to offer. Tom Wilner lives on the outskirts of this forsaken realm. He’s what passes for a police officer in this world.

With his family shattered, Wilner is just a pale version of the police hero he once was. And when a chance encounter in a rundown roadhouse erupts in violence, Wilner is forced to step in. His exploration into the violence of that evening leads him onto the path of two warring ancient races--beings that have been manipulating power and control on Earth for centuries, and are about to enter into a battle for ultimate supremacy.

Unless Tom Wilner puts an end to their fury.

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James O’Neal is also award winning crime novelist James O. Born. A native Floridian, career law enforcement officer and an acclaimed historian, each of his novels are based on some issue threatening society today. His first novel, The Human Disguise, predicted Florida’s tax structure collapsing more than a year before it happened. He has researched near future issues with engineers, scientists, government officials, military strategists, gun manufacturers and biologists.

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The Human Disguise

ONE

MORE THAN TWENTY YEARS FROM NOW

From the end of the bar, Tom Wilner could look through the cavernous main room and pool hall and still see her dark hair as she leaned back in her chair. The boyfriend, Tiget Nadovich, sat next to her, wearing that dark jacket over his black shirt and black pants that Wilner had seen him in twenty times before.

It bothered Wilner that all the databases listed him as a citizen of the United States for the last eleven years. That meant he got it just before the ban on immigration. It also meant he got it just for being in the United States when the amnesty bill passed and everyone inside the borders of the country was awarded citizenship. The Congress limited it to the first forty-nine states because they saw the writing on the wall about Hawaii. Once the independence movement started rolling, no one wanted to stand up and say that the native people of Hawaii didn't deserve their own country. Plus the fact that the United States was engaged in three wars at the time didn't help their position.

That's why the United States took in another twenty-sevenmillion citizens in one day, and then conscripted most of them into the military. Somehow this creep had avoided service, but he was legal and that didn't make Wilner happy.

Wilner motioned for the bartender to bring him another Jax beer. Since the government didn't get involved in much regulation of industry there were more products available in more places. Antitrust was a thing of the past. That meant a wider selection of beer and this New Orleans brew was originally deregulated to help raise money for Katrina redevelopment when the government gave up about ten years after the storm. Now everyone drank it.

Wilner slowly sipped the beer as his eyes, almost involuntarily, stayed on the woman. Her dazzling smile and her dark eyes conveyed intelligence.

"Detective Wilner," came a voice from behind him, making him jump.

Wilner turned, then shook his head. "Hey, Steve."

"Hey, Willie, I thought you were busy tonight, or were you just avoiding me?"

"Nothing like that. How'd you know I was here?"

"Your housekeeper."

"When did you talk to her?"

"You aren't answering your V-com. I called the house."

Wilner nodded, looking straight ahead. He'd turned off his video communicator, which was a misnomer for a device that did much more.

"Why'd you come way out here?"

"Just a nice change. You get a different kind of people wandering through."

"Yeah, folks that don't want to see the cops. You're not working on something, are you?"

He shook his head, too embarrassed to admit what he wasreally doing. He tried to change the subject. "Anything happen on patrol today?"

Steve nodded as he sat on the stool. "Oh, yeah, riding that bike from the Northern Enclave to the Miami Quarantine Zone is so exciting I never run out of stories."

"What happened?"

"Nothing, you knucklehead. Same as every other day. Just a long ride in soggy weather."

"Lot of area."

Steve mumbled, "Damn Unified Police Force. I remember when each city could field a police department."

"That was a long time ago. No one can afford the taxes now."

They sat in silence until Wilner asked his friend, "Why aren't you reading up on the aliens?"

"Go ahead and make fun. When they finally arrive I'll be fully informed and know what to do." Then Steve scanned the room and stopped at the table with the beautiful dark-haired woman. "Oh, I get it." He looked at Wilner. "Are you crazy, following you ex-wife around?"

"We're not divorced yet."

"Has she called?"

"No."

"Has she even come by to visit the kids?"

"Once, for Emma's birthday."

Steve sighed then said, "You're not armed, are you?"

"Out here, who cares? More shit goes down between the turnpike and the Everglades than the rest of the state. No one ever investigates."

"But a gun in a bar, even by a cop, would land you ten years on a penal farm. Or worse, ten years back in the military in some godforsaken desert battleground."

Wilner nodded. "You're right, Steve. And I did leave my pistol in the car."

"You crazy? In this place? Shit, I brought in two."

Wilner had to laugh at his smaller friend's attitude. They had gone through the police academy together and joined Florida's Unified Police Force about three years after it had been established.

Besslia stood up and took hold of Wilner's arm. "C'mon, buddy, plenty of places for a couple of cops like us to drink. You don't need to be here."

Wilner jerked his arm free, still staring at his wife at a table of four men. For the first time he noticed that the men all looked similar. All in their thirties, with black hair, high cheekbones and dark eyes. For a moment he wondered if they might not all be brothers, but according to Nadovich's limited profile he had no living relatives in the United States.

The door on that side of the huge bar opened and the rain drifted in.

Wilner shivered slightly just thinking about the near endless rain out on the edge of the Everglades.

Steve said, "Global warming, my ass. I miss the days when August in Florida was warm. I even miss mosquitoes. What about you?"

Wilner settled back onto his stool, glad his friend had known enough to leave him alone about his wife. He said, "I don't remember mosquitoes."

Now Steve looked across the room. "Those two that just came in could be jihadis if they only had on their headdress."

Wilner nodded. Muslim headwear had been banned in the United States for a dozen years now. Some of the Muslims had left to seek religious freedom elsewhere. He didn't think any of them found it. But Besslia was right--with the darkhair and facial features these two did look Middle Eastern. Then, to his surprise, the men walked directly to the table where his wife, Svala, sat with her boyfriend.

The table welcomed the Middle Eastern men and then Nadovich leaned to Svala and she stood and slowly tromped toward the bar.

Wilner watched her come closer, but she didn't look up. Past her he saw the men at the table huddle and then exchange packages.

"What's that look like to you?" he asked Besslia, who had followed the exchange as well.

"Like there are too many of them and it's none of our business."

Wilner fought the urge to approach his wife. She'd never notice him all the way in the corner. That was his original intent. Now he faltered.

The door on the other side of the room opened again. This time a tall blond man slipped in quickly and settled, unnoticed at a table by the door.

Wilner made a quick assessment as the blond man scanned the bar and watched the table with Nadovich. He didn't look that interested in the quiet table's activities, but something wasn't right about him. Wilner had been a cop for six years and he was starting to believe his hunches. Now he had a hunch they were going to see some trouble.

Another man entered from the door directly behind him. He was shorter than the first man, but also blond with light features. This one marched directly across the wide floor toward the table with Nadovich and his friends.

Besslia nudged him. "That don't look good."

"Tell me about it."

"Here," said Steve, poking him under the bar.

"What's this?"

"My backup. An old Glock .40 caliber conventional handgun."

"You really did have two guns?"

Steve smiled. "Hey, we weren't all combat marines. I brought a knife too."

Wilner accepted the small pistol. "Just in...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Tor Science Fiction
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2010
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 0765359774
• ISBN 13: 9780765359773
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 381
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