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    7% and Rising
    7% and Rising
    7% and Rising
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    7% and Rising

    By Kim Knox

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    For Level Seven Observer Cahn Dal, her mission is simple—on the surface.

    Travel 700 years into the past, alter a complicated equation that will assure the continuation of her timeline, and slip out unnoticed.

    Except someone else got there first, and he's waiting for her.

    Alexander Roen. The man she's loved since she was a teenager, and, to her disgust, she finds she still desires.

    Roen, former Level One Observer, known traitor to the Foundation, and hampered by an old injury, needs Cahn's help to find out who's behind a massive conspiracy to alter their timeline. His body isn't too broken, though, to forget his long-denied passion for Cahn.

    Cahn reluctantly agrees to help find the one piece of evidence that will solve Roen's puzzle. But when she finds it, barely escaping with her life, they find it isn't the end.

    It's just the beginning of a deeper nightmare, one filled with monsters...and death.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherKim Knox
    Release dateOct 17, 2017
    ISBN9781386616771
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      7% and Rising

      Wet and glistening, Cahn Dal’s head slurped out of the gelatin sac.

      Shrinking away from her freezing body, the sac formed into a Ball and rolled from her bare skin. It hit the cobblestones with a damp squelch.

      Cahn practiced breathing. The hard discomfort of the cobblestones pressed into her face, breasts, abdomen and thighs. Her eyelids struggled against the accumulated sludge coating her lashes and then finally opened onto the darkness of the alley. Fuck. Time travel was a bitch. When am I?

      A cool, polite, loud voice penetrated the dark. We have arrived in the year 2456 CE—

      Shut up. It came out in a dry growl and Cahn massaged her throat.

      Stupid machine. Unknown animals scrambled, yowling, over the nearby alley wall, metal clattering to the cobblestones in their wake. Screeching voices soon followed. Great, tell the whole world.

      With a sigh, Cahn collapsed against the moss-covered wall and wiped the milky filth from her face. Her hand flopped to the ground. The Ball rolled towards her, leaving a trail of glistening slime. Dry out. Within seconds, a hard, crystalline shell replaced the gelatin. Thank you. Now, go aural, where and when am I?

      As I have already stated, the year is 2456 CE.

      Its synthetic voice was a sharp burn against her eardrum. Cahn winced and twitched.

      "I landed precisely one kilometre away from the desired point, which, for a Sphere of my service and one who is in constant," the device stressed the word, use, is remarkable in its accuracy. In fact—

      Yes. Thank you. Cahn stared down at her nakedness. Clothes?

      I would recommend them for this time period.

      Why didn’t I get the replicator model? Something that could clothe and feed me. Cahn climbed to her feet. She’d impressed her tutors with how quickly she recovered from landing trauma. It was the only thing that had impressed them. With a replicator, there’d be none of this stupid running about. She slipped over the crumbling wall and dropped into the cluttered yard beyond. Keep with me, Ball.

      The device muttered to itself.

      She stared at the faded lights stretching up into the night. The stink of decay was thick in the air. Cahn winced as her bare foot sank into an unpleasantly soft pile of rotting refuse. What is this place?

      The Ball hovered at her eye level, a soft light radiating from its core. Housing Facility Three-Seven-Eight. Recommended occupancy: ninety. Current status: four hundred and fifty-two.

      Nasty. Cahn scratched at her short, wet hair, staring up at the squat block. Locate me something to wear. Within easy reach this time. I am not scaling anything. And make it quick. I’m freezing.

      Why was I Associated with you? the Ball rasped. Dull, rapid Operation. In. Out. In. Out—

      "I am standing naked in unknown territory. Have you found anything?"

      A refuse collector was murdered two days ago. They stripped the body. His oversuit is in the bin to your left.

      Cahn pressed the release on the bin. With a slow sigh and a gush of rank air, the lid dissolved. She winced at the stench of rotten food but reached in and pulled out the black, soiled suit.

      The filters are 56% effective.

      I noticed.

      Cahn dragged on the cold substance, shivering as the synth-material clung to her skin. Now I’m wearing the clothes of a dead man. I hate the twenty-fifth century. She fixed the collar of the suit as it constricted her throat, flexing her shoulder blades to settle the product over her body and activate redundant filter systems. Her toes curled against the tightness of the oversuit’s bond-soles. She was ready. Right. Let’s go.

      Your objective is located 1.01 kilometres north-north-west from this point.

      Cahn glared at the Ball as it hovered. Lead the way, then.

      There was none of this ineptitude with Alexander Roen, it muttered as Cahn followed the swift bobbing trail through the rat-infested alleys stretching out around the Housing Complex. He knew what he was doing. He did not insult his Associate. He—

      —is a traitor, Cahn finished. She grabbed the Ball and glared at it. I’ve had this speech for two whole years—

      Cahn pressed herself into the dark shadow of the wall. Evasive mode, she hissed at the glowing Ball. She calmed her pounding heart. Her brain was always the last to kick in after landing. The twenty-fifth century was a vicious place and she was being an idiot.

      The muted Ball bled into the wall. Secure. Hidden. She wished she had that power. Its voice pricked at her. Three humanoids: gender inconclusive.

      Fuck… Serfs.

      Fifteen minutes from sunrise. Their patrol shift is over and they are on their way back to the compound. Possibility of attack: 2% and falling.

      Three brown-suited creatures shuffled past. Serfs policed the worst areas of the city. The stench of rotting flesh thickened the air and Cahn forced down rising bile. It was her first brush with the genetically engineered vampires who fed on anyone stupid enough to get caught out in the night.

      Cahn closed her eyes. She’d sleep-soaked information about the maniac who had created them half a century before. It was a relief to know that the man had died in 2454, two years before her current time-frame. He’d been eaten by his own experiments.

      Minimum safe distance achieved. Roen would have—

      Which way?

      Cahn pushed herself away from the damp wall. Her Associate always had too much to say. Especially about Alexander Roen. She wished again that it would leave all talk of him well alone.

      The Ball streaked along the twisting alleyways, ignoring the side exits leading off to the numerous Living Blocks. The machine was right. In. Out. In. Out. Her superiors always assigned her to the monotonously simple tasks. Ones they considered worthy of her.

      Redefining equations with a tiny alteration was that night’s task.

      Perimeter shield twenty metres ahead.

      The sky grew pale. As usual, she was behind schedule. Landing on the wrong side of the shield didn’t help. The complex web of narrow roads ended abruptly ahead of her. An immense barrier of softly vibrating liquid rose up into the sky, the opaque milkiness melting into the grey of the dawn. Cahn craned her neck up. Fucking hell. Two hundred metres, at least. She scratched at her cold, wet eye. Great.

      Roen always had the entry code.

      He would. Roen was omniscient. Cahn took a calming breath. The entry code was the quick, easy way through the shield. Observers like her had to make do with the old and messy methods. She glared up at the Ball. See you on the other side.

      "I must

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