Wade Asher: Agent of Admiralty

By Jack Michael Doyle

Part 1 of the Wade Asher Series - After his exile from the elite intelligence arm of the Admiralty, agent Wade Asher returns to take on a mission at the highest levels. Wade must infiltrate a brutal separatist group in a journey flying high above Centralia City in wayrides and diving through the deepest sewers to face the nightmarish creatures that lurk beneath the polluted waters.

Wade Asher - Agent of Admiralty is a spy thriller set within the sci-fi world of the Admiralty. In a futurisitc city where firearm technology was never developed, blade and axe rule the war-torn land. Secrets and twists abound against a colorful backdrop of commerce and government run amok in a dark vision of things that could come - its Blade Runner meets James Bond.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jack Michael Doyle
• Release date: Nov 22, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311834577

Jack Michael Doyle

Jack Michael Doyle is the American name of John “Jack” (pronounced yak) Rosoviecz. Born 1984. From Norrisville, PA, a large suburb of Philadelphia. He is noted for his criticism of various franchises, such as Star Wars, Star Trek, Gymboree, and Game of Thrones.EARLY LIFE AND CAREER Rosoviecz was born in Grzegorzski, Poland, a subdivision of Krakow when that country was still in the Soviet Union. Rosoviecz’s mother Määrtha, worked in the town’s local automotive factory, making Trabant automobiles His father, Fermi, was a low ranking member of the Stasi, the Polish run Soviet secret police. Rosoviecz has one brother, Kevin Rosoviecz who is a miniature golf course owner in Pugwash, Nova Scotia. In 1987 Rosoviecz’s father decided to make a last minute run over the Belgian border and did not inform the child’s mother. Fermi was killed in the last dash to the West; Määrtha, driving a brand new Trabant down a steep hill and aided by a tailwind, rammed her husband into the infamous Antwerp Wall. Rosoviecz was carried over the structure by friendly Belgian soldiers. The boy began the slow process of emigration to the United States, where he had family, and was aided by Belgian authorities.EARLY WORK AND BUSINESS VENTURES After a high school spent collaborating on Star Wars roleplaying games, stories, and fan fiction the Jack set off in seemingly never-ending parade of projects under the unfortunate heading of Chicken Legs Productions. His graphic novel “Falah’s Got a Shotgun” made its way into the early post 9/11 farcical anti-Arab literature circles, especially the thriving anti-Arab community of Bridgeport, Pennsylvania. He then conceived the idea that he should sell Renaissance wall posters by mail. The niche marketing concept, buoyed by Rosoviecz’s innately keen business sense, soon enabled thim to quit his day job at the cheese deli. He sold the company soon after. The proceeds allowed him to live in bare minimum comfort in a rented home, and he set down to work.NOVELLAS, SHORT STORIES, AND PLAYS The little home he rented at 64 N Church Street in nearby Spring City, PA soon became ground zero for his new career. The site was chosen when Jack discovered there was an underused space under his friend's porch stoop. “Those stoop days were idyllic,” Rosoviecz recalled to British film and TV magazine, Hot Dog. “I’d wake up nice and early, work out, hash out what my attack plan was for the day, and do it. This left the evenings free to brainstorm, carouse, or take in a play at the local theater.” The short novel Paradise...FOUND!!! was self published. Penguin Books soon found the work through a junior editor; it was republished and while well received, did not allow him to ascend from his grimy work conditions. He were barely afloat, able to keep the home. He said in a recent Reddit AmA that he often ate “meat popsicles.” “They were hot dogs where the skins were well past their expiration date but the meat inside was still good. You’d pinch the skin and eat it out of the top like a push-pop.” Early Chicken Legs work were published under the name John Steak, a pseudonym that many fans insist has a great symbology, but he themselves dismissed it. “It was my first name and my favorite food. I could never afford steak and I said I’ll name myself that and one day I will eat it every day.” Financial success still eluded him, even when the local Colonial Theater in nearby Phoenixville, PA agreed to put on a production of his play Kneeling for Cash. “Kneeling” came primarily from his family stories of the old country. The play was once again acclaimed locally and even made a big splash in a Philadelphia arts magazine, but it did not earn much money.FILM WORK AND BEYOND Critically and commercially Jack needed a hit. His house had fallen into disrepair, with lice and demoralization setting in. He was on the verge of being evicted. He was ready to quick and find a job. Finally, he decided to take an advance from Glamour magazine, with the promise that he'd write a series of articles on spicing up a woman’s love life.

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Wade Asher – Agent of Admiralty

Jack Michael Doyle

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Copyright 2015 Jack Michael Doyle

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Table of Contents

PART ONE*

PART TWO*

PART THREE*

PART FOUR*

PART FIVE*

PART SIX*

About the Author

PART ONE

The world was a rushing river beneath his feet. He tried to sit casually in the waytrans wearing his formal cloak and uniform as he looked down through the clear hull plate beneath his feet. The view of Centralia underneath them was breathtaking, and almost seemed like they were floating up through the clouds. Wade didn’t know how to take that.

The White River that split the city sparkled as it emptied into the open ocean beyond. He squinted as the glare from one of the lower-flying transports reflected back up at him. The gleaming white buildings and towers of the city's Central Command Complex stood tall against the backdrop of dark mountains in the distance. Facilitator, we are 25 minutes to destination, reported the transport's pilot. Nearly there, intoned the cultured voice of Norton Markley. Wade examined him in the report-like way he had been trained. Background. Description. Details. Bottom line up front. Markley was Lord Director of the Social Security of the Admiralty. The SSA. He looked every bit the part of Lord Director of Admiralty intelligence. He’d been appointed long before even Wade had first entered the SSA. Markley sat across the transport, wearing a sharp white service uniform with tightly drawn creases, fresh ribbons, and a white flower attached to his collar, marking him as a member of the Congress. His short brown hair was parted on the right, not a single strand out of place, as was the style at the time for high officials. His only facial hair was the stylized chin tuft of a closecropped, downturned arrow with sharp angles, and was surprisingly dark for a man of fifty years. Thin and refined, he was practically a character right off the viewscreen.

Markley stared at his junior companion with an of confident nonchalance, looking him directly in the eyes as he spoke. No doubt you spent most of last night studying the briefing I sent over to you. I would expect no less from someone of your ample talents, and commitment to our grand Admiralty.

And forever may it stand. Took a few more stims than usual, that's for sure, replied Wade Asher, completing the line. Other than the obvious, what's screaming at me about this assignment is its level of, shall we say, sensitivity.

Naturally you must be eager for explainment. Markley was coldly amused.

Yeah, naturally, agreed Wade. And I should say, past few years, I'm more used to filling out reports and piloting my desk than being called before the Congress to accept assignment in person.

How long had it been since his last encounter with the Congress? 3 years? 5 years? He could still remember their white-haired heads, the way their beady eyes flittered back and forth as they stared down at him from their