Sunlit Dispositions

By Jason A. Adams

Sometimes, only Alex will do.

A space station just exploded, and the Sunlit Spirit Empire calls in Alex, Free Troubleshooter extraordinaire. No last name needed.

Alex wades into the strange world of Sunlit Spirit intrigue, gamma blaster in hand.

Join Alex as he learns the deceptions behind the Truth.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason A. Adams
• Release date: Jul 1, 2018
• ISBN: 9781540104786

Jason A. Adams

Jason A. Adams grew up in various Air Force towns, but Southwest Virginia has always been his homeplace. His military brat childhood exposed him to exotic locales, fascinating people from around the world, and a lifetime curiosity that informs his fiction.Jason is the author of many short stories based in and around the Virginia coalfields he lives in and loves. He currently lives on a forest mountain with assorted beasties, and his beautiful and talented wife, Kari Kilgore, also a writer of many wonderful stories.Find out more at www.jasonadams.info, where you can sign up for information on upcoming releases, and the occasional update from The Brain Squirrels.For all works released by Spiral Publishing, including Kari's many fantastic stories and non-fiction by Frank Kilgore, check out www.spiralpublishing.net.

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Sunlit Dispositions

To the memory of Jim B.

Sunlit Dispositions

(A Hard Boiled Space Opera)

Jason A Adams

Spiral Publishing, Ltd.

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

About Jason

Also by Jason A Adams

1

April is a fine month. On Vega 3 it’s springtime, just like the northern parts of Old Earth. The planet was terraformed with standard Earth flora and fauna, so from the ground, you can’t tell much difference. Tulips cover the ground in a red and yellow carpet, usually in the pattern of the Sunlit Spirits banner. Oak, alder, and ash trees spread their own yellow blanket over the land as their pollen engines go full throttle. The herbal smell of new plant growth tickles the nostrils, and honeysuckle fills with sweet nectar for children to suck. People walk barefoot through the parks, fresh grass tickling their toes. Chickadees, neo-robins, and a dozen other bird species fill the air with warbling songs. Vegan spring is gorgeous.

It was also fourteen light years away.

Me? I was stuck on a beat up cop boat full of a dozen beat up cops, no birds or flowers in sight. The most noticeable smell was the sweaty funk of twelve pairs of socks that needed washing. The birdsong consisted of an