Privateers: Privateers Series

By Karen J Anderson

A single young woman is tricked by modern day pirates losing everything she owned. As she tries to figure out what happened to her belongings, her world crashes around her as government and private agencies treat her as a suspect. Determined to find the man who did this to her, she stumbles onto a government top secret. Finding this modern day pirate turns into a race against lethal forces.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Karen J Anderson
• Release date: Apr 16, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386224716

Karen J Anderson

Karen J. Anderson was born in Fort Worth, Texas during the heart of the Civil Rights Movement in the 1960's. She is a writer, actor, filmmaker and photographer. She has worked as a journalist, book editor, trainer, actor, a producer and many other things. She received her undergraduate degree from Texas Christian University in Television/Film/Radio Production and Journalism. She started writing stories when she was 12 years old and has been at it ever since.

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Dedication

This book is dedicated to my family.

Prologue

Something in Chuy’s shoe poked his foot as he tried to maintain a normal pace to his car.  Every bit of him wanted to break out and run but he kept himself calm by fiddling with the small chip in his pocket. His other hand clung tightly to his lunch bag. He smiled at the employees coming on to the morning shift.  Once he got in his little Pacer, he didn’t have time to take off his shoe. He needed to put much distance between him and 1600 Clifton Road as possible.  He smiled at the guard at the gate as he pulled out of the parking lot. He needed to be in Dallas in 10 hours. He would have to put the pedal to the metal and unfortunately for him, he had something sticking his foot on that pedal.

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The truck backed up to the dock. D stood to the side so the driver would see his signals.  He waved the guy in and halted him. The team of men stood behind him waiting to unload the contents.

Upon entering the truck, D climbed over the boxes and furniture. It was full. It was always pot luck with shipments. Some agents could ensure the crème of the crop where every item is worth something, while the less season ones could send a truck load of junk. From the smell of this load, some of it might go to the trash heap.  D found the silver box, pulled out his key and unlocked it. Inside the silver box was an ordinary wooden box that appeared to be sealed. D tucked the wooden box under his arm and crawled back out of the truck. The men had already started unloading the boxes and furniture.

Tell Charming the shipment is here!  D barked on his way out of the warehouse.

Granted, Charming was probably ready for the shipment. She would spend the rest of the day assessing the contents of the truck and determining if there was any value in each item. D faced the box as he put on his clean room coveralls and the rest of the gear so that no part of him was exposed, even wore goggles over his eyes.  He carried the box down the hall to the capture room.

He placed the wooden box in its designated slot and closed the cover.  The green light above the slot let him know it had been accepted. He slid his entry key card by the door and walked into the air shower room.  Once he received a green light from there, he walked into the clean room which was really a lab that was broken into three parts.

D had only been in the first part of the lab. He didn’t really like the place, because the person who ran it gave him the creeps. He could never tell if it was a man or a woman. He only came in the lab to sign his name on the line and find out if there were any other instructions. Fortunately for him, there had never been any other instructions.

The creepy person had a silver cylinder in their hand. They had slid the confirmation log over for D to sign it.

Grave! a voice called from another side of the room.

D turned to look. There was another person in a clean outfit flagging the creepy person’s attention.

What? the creepy person asked, holding the cylinder close to them.

I think the system just burped!

The creepy person took off across the room still clutching the cylinder. D looked down, signed the roster with his finger on the screen and headed for the door. He couldn’t leave until they let him out, but he would be there waiting.  The creepy person came around the corner without the cylinder rather speedily. He looked D in the eye. D could tell it was a dude.

The system did not burp. It was just an anomaly, the creepy guy corrected.

Cool, dude, D said. He didn’t care; he just wanted to get out.

The creepy guy hit the emergency exit button and stood back as D walked into the air shower room.

Table of Contents

Dedication

Prologue

Table of Contents

1 Let’s Just Say Investigations

2 You Boys Can Assist

3 Then I Am the Lucky Man

4 They Cleaned You Out Too

5 You Gonna Poke Me With That?

6 Cheese and Wine Taste Better in a Stolen Boat

7 We Got Some Movement

8 Meet Roger Brown

9 Hijacking a Hijacker

10 A Pleasure

11 Here’s Alice!

12 Take Care of This

13 Stay With Your Own Kind

14 One Thing For Him to Do

15 Find Him

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