Throughout the past few weeks, I have devoured Ronie Kendig’s Operation Zulu: Redemption. With shocking twists and turns at every corner, waiting for each new installment has been torture. On Friday, the final episode of season one, Act of Treason, will be released. You can pre-order it here so that it will hit your e-reader first thing on Friday. In the meantime, here is a sneak peek to wet your appetite. Enjoy!
9 June – 2355 Hours
Téya glanced at The Turk, stunned and confused. Slowly, she swung her gaze back to the monitor. Every nerve ending buzzed. The man in the video was her stepfather. “How. . .?”
The Turk watched her in silence, holding her gaze but saying nothing.
“How is this possible? He died—six years ago.”
“His death was faked.”
Téya straightened, feeling as if a tidal wave of unbelievable information pummeled her. “Faked?” Mind ablaze with that revelation, her brain immediately leaped to—“My mom.”
The Turk’s expression didn’t change. “She died in that accident.”
“If he survived, then she—”
He took a step forward and squared his shoulders. “Your perceptions about the man who married your mother were borne of a cover story he fed your mother and you.”
“Cover story?” Téya felt as if a bucket of ice had been dumped down her back. “What are you—” She severed the question and her thought. Did he seriously expect her to believe anything he said? “You lure me in here, you deceive and lie to me—why would I believe you?”
Again, The Turk said nothing.
Téya’s heart still beat wildly, scrambling to iron out the truth. Sort the deluge of shattered facts about her life. “My sister. . .” Her mom married Georg Hostetler when Téya was only four. “All those years. . .”
The Turk took a step back. “We need to leave.”
Téya flinched, looking at him. His eyes weren’t brown as she’d thought. They had tinges of green and gold. And they were intense. And he wasn’t looking at her. She followed his gaze to a monitor that showed a throng of guards racing through the halls.
Alarms shrieked through the cement halls, screaming about their intrusion. Alerting everyone here and around the mountain.
A sharp hiss snapped her back to him. He stood out in the hall. When had he even opened the door? The dude was lightning fast. Téya bolted into the cement corridor after him. He moved fast, not waiting for her. Not checking on her. Téya told herself to stick close. She wouldn’t put it past him to leave her to the wolves.
What bothered her more was his skill in navigating the passages. He knew them. Knew them well.
Uncertainty poured through her as they banked right. Téya used the opposite wall to rebound and keep moving, propelling herself faster. She toyed with the idea of tackling him. Demanding information, an explanation. But those instincts were muddied by the out-of-left-field reappearance of her stepfather.
He’s here. I’m here. And I’m running.
She would love to go back and hammer the answers out of him, the explanation of how he survived. But something about the way The Turk stared at her. . .left her sick to her stomach and uncertain those answers would provide closure.
Have you followed Team Zulu’s journey so far? I’d love to hear your thoughts!