CALL TO DUTY
by
Amanda Brenner
SMASHWORDS EDITION
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PUBLISHED BY:
Amanda Brenner at Smashwords
Copyright date: 12/07/11
First published December, 2011.
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Call to Duty is a work of fiction. Names, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. All of the characters in this book are fictitious, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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CALL TO DUTY
by
Amanda Brenner
The old Chevy rumbled to life as soon as Rick turned the key. As usual, the radio was on and tuned to his favorite station of top ten hits; the system's four custom speakers blared loudly enough to announce his presence wherever he went, a refinement made possible by the elimination of the huge amplifier that had been installed under the dash on previous models.
This particular evening, he was not happy about leaving home. His life had taken an exciting turn and he had things to do before it changed forever, yet he could not ignore Cassie's plea that he meet with her now. He wondered what all the mystery was about; she had said only that it was important and that she had to see him. He had urged her to tell him about it over the phone, hoping to perhaps avert some interminable discussion over nothing; but she refused, instead insisting that they meet where they often did, in the third booth from the south side entrance of Benjy's Butter Burgers on Douglas.
He thought about her call as he slowly, albeit somewhat noisily, backed out of the driveway, feeling the rush he always did at the car's smoothly gliding movement; it was kind of like cruising on an air cushion.