Dr Nof is Missing 3

By Thadd Evans

The shape-shifting robot could be aboard the platinum spaceship. If it is, Detective Brin must find the ship and capture his fugitive. The only beings on Wacev, the Dooyen, fishermen, and fisherwomen, spend most of their time at sea. Because Brin doesn’t know any of them, getting these strangers to help him find the platinum ship will be a challenge.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eXtasy Books Inc
• Release date: Dec 2, 2018
• ISBN: 9781487415655

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Homicide Detective Brin is headed for Wacev, a moon where the shape-shifting robot might be hiding.

The shape-shifting robot could be aboard the platinum spaceship. If it is, Detective Brin must find the ship and capture his fugitive. The only beings on Wacev, the Dooyen, fishermen, and fisherwomen, spend most of their time at sea. Because Brin doesn’t know any of them, getting these strangers to help him find the platinum ship will be a challenge.

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Dr Nof is Missing 3

Copyright © 2018 Thadd Evans

ISBN: 978-1-4874-1565-5

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Dr Nof is Missing 3

Michael Brin, Homicide Detective Series Book 7

By

Thadd Evans

Dedication

Rene Magritte

Chapter One

It was the year 4021. As the ITC, the interplanetary transport craft, I was in started orbiting the planet Cirok, preparing to land on it, Tesk’s face appeared in my contact lenses. He frowned. A few minutes ago, an SP satellite that was in Wacev’s outer atmosphere detected the platinum ship.

I said, Is it an ITC, a PTC or a combination? PTC, planetary transport carriers, always ferried passengers to and from a moon or planet’s surface. Below his face, text indicated that an ocean called the Veld covered ninety percent of Wacev, one of Cirok’s moons. SP, scan and probe satellite’s RGB, visible light, cameras, UV, ultraviolet, instruments, and MS—motion sensitive—software detected movement and specific shapes, then stored that information on forty trillion databases.

The platinum ship’s model type isn’t on any of our databases. At any rate, it uncloaked for twenty seconds, sixty miles above the Veld before the SP detected it. We named this spacecraft the Hode. Then it vanished, cloaked. This mission will be called Hode.

I nodded. On many missions, Tesk told me to use code names because suspects might be intercepting our messages. In my lenses, a map of Wacev—a celestial body with twenty-five islands—along with text, and videos, enlarged. The only humanoid race on it, the Dooyen, short fishermen, and fisherwomen with mauve skin, most of it partly covered by green streaks, spent most of their time at sea. Understood.

You’ll leave for Wacev in forty minutes.

I glowered. Will any of the Dooyen know who I am?

No. In order to make you less conspicuous, you’ll wear a suit made of palm tree bark and eel skin, an outfit that is similar to theirs. There are three devices in this suit. One is in its sleeve. The next, in your collar. The last, in its back. The first, a laser, cuts holes in walls. To activate it, say, open five.

I paused, curious.

The second ejects a bomb. It explodes two minutes after being launched. To use it, say activate six. If you jump out of an airborne craft, the third, a parachute will come out of the back of your suit. When you land in any body of water, the parachute will change into a raft and inflate. All three devices are cloaked, hard for most scanners to detect.

I clenched my teeth, upset by this dangerous mission. Why don’t you send UA’s? In many cases, Utility Androids assisted me. On four murder cases, where a moon’s air was filled with foot-long wasps—insects with venom that would kill any detective—they sent in UA’s.

We did, two months ago. They broke down six hours after landing on Raos, an island that is two thousand miles south of your next destination, Eoh Island.

Was that a reconnaissance mission?

Yes.

Why did they break down?

Cenn, your pilot, will answer that.

I flinched.

Do whatever you can to find the Hode. Then figure out what its crew is doing. If the nanites or the shape-shifting robot are aboard, and you can’t arrest them, contact a PTC, and we’ll send EB’s to help you.

What if I can’t find the Hode?

He scowled. Then we’ll replace you.

My stomach muscles tightened, an irritated response. "Do you have any