Scavenger Vanishes

Scavenger Vanishes
Liza O’Connor

Scavenger Vanishes
By Liza O’Connor

Stationed on opposite coasts, Alisha and Logan must each face their own demons and challenges. On the West Coast, Alisha loses her rank for butting heads with General Powell and soon discovers the life of a private can be utter hell. On the East Coast, newly promoted General Logan discovers his soldiers do not recognize his authority to command. In an effort to retake control of the East Coast Corps, Logan authorizes unthinkable actions. When Alisha faces a life-threatening crisis, will Logan rise above his own troubles, or will she discover love and rescue with her best friend Jack?

“Private Kane,” the general barked. “Why is it, except for Logan, not one of your students has attempted to shoot target thirteen?”

“Its position makes it almost impossible to hit, sir. I advise them not to try.”

“It’s clearly not impossible to hit. If I recall, Logan shot a bulls-eye. And he’s not even a high-ranked marksman.”

In the old days, Alisha would have smartly pointed out that Logan had almost cracked his ribs trying to shoot that target, and that the general must have realized by now that Logan was a top-notch marksman. However, the new Alisha said nothing.

Powell told Dryer to hold up the test. He then looked down at Alisha. “I not only expect to see each of the remaining fliers try for that target, but each one who misses it will mean another thousand demerits on your record.”

Alisha could see Colonel Dryer smiling as he stood behind the general. She knew better than to object to the unfairness of the order. “Sir, yes, sir.” She jogged over to the four remaining fliers. It was an impossible request. Not only were these her four weakest fliers, but also her four weakest marksmen.

“See how well it goes when you stay focused?”

They all nodded, now confident and certain they could also pass the test.

“In fact, I’m so confident that you can do this, that the general and I have made a little bet on the side. He asked me why no one shoots the left-hand target, and I told him it wasn’t worth the trouble. Well, he thinks it is, so he suggested I come up with some incentive to see which of you can get closest to the bulls-eye.”

“I thought that target was impossible,” one of them reminded her.

“No,” Alisha assured them. “General Logan nailed it with a bulls-eye. It’s just that you have to shoot across your torso. You can’t turn the catcher to shoot, or you’ll go off target.”

“That’s going to hurt like hell,” one of them observed.

“There will be a kickback,” Alisha admitted. “But you guys are as tough as leather. I’ve seen you take some brutal tumbles in that wind tunnel. You can’t tell me that a little kickback is going to frighten you off.”

“If you promise to rub salve on my bruised ribs, I’ll give it a try,” Rodney Rutherford stated. He’d been “going for the gold” for the entire two weeks, so she wasn’t surprised when he suggested that. What did surprise her was how quickly the other three agreed to the same deal.

“Fine, I’ll rub salve on anyone who hits that target,” she agreed. It was a hell of a lot better than a thousand demerits. “But you can’t dunk the test to do it. You have to pass and hit the target.”

“And if we pass and hit a bulls-eye?” Rodney asked.
“The general will probably promote you to captain.” She hoped that was incentive enough.

“No, no, no…You can’t make promises for the general. What will you do?”

The general’s words came back to her about doing whatever it takes to get him ten more fliers. She had no doubt they wanted some sexual incentive. My job really is like being a virgin mistress.

“What do you want?” she asked

“A kiss or a lap dance, our call,” Rodney offered.


Instantly, the four slapped their hands up in a high five and let out a military “hoorah”. Alisha walked back to her post feeling as used and dirty as a first-day street girl.

The SkyRyder’s Series, Book 3
Scavenger Vanishes

About the Author
Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels.

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