AEROSPACE: THE KING'S PAYLOAD is the sequel to THE LAST PAYLOAD: THE MECS EXPERIMENT WHICH IS BEING EDITING AND WILL BE REPUBLISH AS AEROSPACE: THE LAST PAYLOAD. AEROSPACE: The King's Payload is an exciting, espionage, romance novel about a real experiment that has flown on the Space Shuttle five times. This book takes you though a murder mystery surrounding the MECS (Microencapsulation Crystallization System) experiment flown on the International Space Station. This experiment can possibly save people's lives and more. Read the book and find out who did it. This is a perfect Christmas gift for an aerospace enthusiast, who wants to learn more about astronaut training and NASA's culture.
Introduction
Introduction
Frozen in
fear, I gasped for air, unable to defend myself. Hands grasped around my neck
squeezing savagely. Pain emanated throughout my fragile body. I tried to speak,
to shout, “Help me. Don’t kill me.”
I am not going to die. Fighting for my
life, I clenched both hands into fists, and began beating against the unknown
dark force. I thrashed back and forth, as my eyes bulged from the threatening
attack. Terror had taken over, as I tried to scream, I could not. I felt the
executioner’s hot breath and sweat against my naked body. The rough hands
tightened even more ferociously. My life was ending.
My inborn
fight for survival renewed my strength. I fought desperately to protect myself.
I grabbed the perpetrator’s hands, pushing them away, as hard as I could. It
was useless; I just didn’t have the strength to fight anymore. It was the end.
Suddenly,
the assault stopped as quickly as it had begun. My stinging eyes blinked franticly searching
for the assailant.
Then I saw
a shadowy form lurking in the early morning light. There stood an ominous form;
white from the head down, but the face was a dark, black mask.
A taunting
voice mixed with a sinister laugh spoke, “You will suffer a gruesome death.
Death to you and to the one you love. This will happen when you least expect
it. You will die.”
“Who’s there?” I cried out.
Then the
shadowy figure disappeared. Was the attack real? Was I going crazy?
Powerless, I could not move, caught half in a
dream state of sub-consciousness, and terror. Dripping in sweat, my body shook
uncontrollably. Silence, panic, and fear penetrated my soul.
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