In the high-tech, hard-edged world of computer crime, zero-gravity smuggling, and artificial intelligence, Greg Mandel is the man to call when things get rough. But when an elusive saboteur plagues a powerful organization known as Event Horizon, Mandel must cut his way through a maze of corporate intrigue and startling new scientific discoveries. Greg Mandel Trilogy : Book 2. Professor Edward Kitchener, a double Nobel laureate researching quantum cosmology for the powerful Event Horizon conglomerate, has been savagely murdered. But was he the victim of industrial espionage, personal revenge, or a crime of passion by one of his handpicked team of live-wire students?
Event Horizon needs to know, and fast, so Greg Mandel, PSI-boosted veteran of the infamous Mindstar Battalion, must embark on an urgent investigation that ultimately leads him to an astounding confrontation with a past, which, according to the dead man's theories, might never have happened. Greg Mandel Trilogy : Book 3.
The Mandel Files, Volume 1: Mindstar Rising & A Quantum Murder
Peter F. Hamilton is one the rising stars of science fiction in the nineties. His epic space adventure, The Reality Dysfunction, was a major international bestseller, while his near future thrillers, Mindstar Rising and A Quantum Murder, introduced an intriguing new hero in the character of Greg Mandel, a freelance operative whose telepathic abilities give him a crucial edge in the high tech world of the twenty-first century.
Now Mandel returns in a spectacular new adventure that blows open the possibilities of the next century. Julia Evans: billionairess, owner of Event Horizon, for fifteen years undisputed power behind the world's economic renaissance. And in trouble. With her computer-genius husband missing and rival companies suddenly claiming to have acquired a technology impossibly superior to anything on Earth, Julia has no time to notice an anonymously delivered flower.
But this flower has genes millions of years in advance of terrestrial DNA. Is it a cryptic alien message or a poignant farewell from her husband? Only Greg Mandel can discover its origin, but he is not alone in his desperate search. A vicious mercenary killer, a jade merchant, and a high-priced courtesan all have a part to play.
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Tom 5. Sukru Hanioglu. There were no surprises; the Earth-resource satellite pictures Royan had pirated for him were three months old, but nothing had changed.
The area was isolated, grazing land, marginally viable. Nobody spent money on barns and roads up here. It was perfect for someone who wanted to drop out of sight, a nonentity wasteland. Greg heard a bell tinkling from the direction of the cottage, high-pitched and faint. He keyed the amp to infrared, and upped the magnification. A big rosy blob resolved into a goat with a broad collar dangling a bell below its neck.
He began to walk towards the cottage. The meteorites had gone, sweeping away to the east.
Not proper shooting stars after all, then. A yellow blink: The dog was a Rottweiler, heavily modified for police riot-assault duty, which was expensive. Its front teeth had been replaced by mono-lattice silicon fangs, eight centimetres long; the jaw had been reprofiled to a blunt hammerhead to accommodate them; both eyes were implants, retinas beefed up for night sight.
The steely legs collapsed, sending it tumbling, momentum skidding it across the nettle-clumped grass. In death it snarled at him, jaws open, eyes wide, crying blood. He walked past, uncaring. Edwards will look both ways before coming out. He will be carrying a pump-action shot-gun — only three cartridges, though.
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The scarlet flowers had a scent similar to honeysuckle, strong sugar. The weather-bleached wooden door creaked. The shot-gun was held out in front, his finger pressed lightly on the trigger. Greg came away from the wall, flicking the Walther to longburn, lining it up. Edwards was a bulky figure dressed in filthy denim trousers and a laddered chunky-knit sweater; neck craning forwards, peering through the moonlit gloom.tucktholetemp.tk
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The goat bleated, tugging at its leash. Edwards was somehow aware of the presence behind him. He tightened his grip on the shotgun, ready to spin round and blast away wildly. Edwards sighed, his shoulders relaxing. He bent to put the shot-gun down, resting its barrel on a stone, saving it from the mud. A man who knew weapons.
He looked at Greg, taking in the matt-black combat leathers, slim metallic-silver band bisecting his face, unwavering Walther. Edwards knew he was going to die, but the terrified acceptance was flecked with puzzlement. His death was a duty, ordered by guilt.
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Greg had learnt all about duty from the Army, relying on his squad mates, their equal dependence on him. It was a bond closer than family, overriding everything — laws, conventions, morals. Civvies like Edwards never understood. When all other human values had gone, shattered by violence, there was still duty.