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The mission had failed, completely and catastrophically. We had lost. And we would go on losing.

Forever.

Part Nine

Sutter threw the bow rope to the deck crew of the submarine. Reynard tossed them the stern rope. The sailors held the small boat steady against the sub's hull while the commando team scampered aboard.

Once on the wet foredeck of the sub the commandos were quietly but enthusiastically welcomed by the crew. They were surprised when their rum runner boat was also pulled aboard, and maneuvered onto the cradle and back into the hangar.

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“We can’t beat thinking machines by calculating odds, Noelle. That’s their strength. Intuition is ours.”

The Doomsday Protocol

A Horizon Fan Fiction

by

E. E. Nalley

March 15^th , 3040

Part Four

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“If your heart tells you something, believe it. If the whole world tells you something else, it’s wrong.”

The Doomsday Protocol

A Horizon Fan Fiction

by

E. E. Nalley

March 13^th , 3040

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“A bad chance is better’n no chance, girl, and right now, ‘no chance’ is where we’re sitting.”

Chapter 25

July 28th, 2023

Lincoln City, OR

9:00 AM

Marcia slept in a bit, but woke up to the smell of coffee. Lazily, she sat up and looked around the bedroom. Obviously, Darryl had gotten up a fair bit earlier than her. She distinctly remembered not caring overly much about where her t-shirt, shorts, and undergarments landed before she lay down, but now they were not on the floor, where logic said they must have landed when she and Darryl collaborated in their removal.

“I don’t want to survive,” I said abruptly. “I want to win.”

Cassady walks into her apartment and turns the lights on. She was so glad to be home, as she walks into her bedroom to get undressed. She’ll go by the studio tomorrow to pick up all her stuff. All she wanted to do now was take a nice relaxing shower and crawl into her bed.

She strips out of her clothes after dropping her keys on her dresser. Her skin was still red from tanning outside in the nude. Their last rodeo gig had gone smoothly and there was going to be an update about their touring schedule.

“Now girls, give me big smiles.” Katey has the girls arranged on the different horses for the picture.

She takes a group picture of the girls dressed in short, daisy duke-style shorts and the small checkered shirts tied to make it look like they are supporting each girl’s breasts. The tops showed just enough of each girl’s cleavage.

Katey’s assistant stands nearby to help position the girls for another shot. After the group shot, Kimmy positions each girl on the horse they have been assigned.

. . . as much as I enjoy my life as it is, somehow, it’s never enough. I wanted something else. Something more. Hermes might be the one who could bring me there.

The upcoming weeks were rough on the Angels as they performed outside on stage. Between the humidity and heat, they were sweating like pigs. Cassady was soaked in sweat by the time they finished their performance. All the other ladies were sweating as well.

The gigs they played at some of the bars they played at were profitable. The managers of those bars wanted them to come back and play again. Cynthia was going to talk to their booking manager to arrange it.