Sometimes stories just pop out of my head. Stories from the newspapers, humane causes, and governmental distractions that can be woven into my next intriguing story. Yes, another book is in the creation.
When the Final Conflict commenced, the majority left in all the shuttle ships available
-“Did all ahmans make it to your moons and Pentabi?” Olivia interjected.
“Most of us did, a few missed their trajectory and overshot out of our solar system. Their supplies were low and they probably perished.” Poppi conjectured.
“So, you don’t know.” Olivia added.
"We have to have another distraction so the populace doesn't get wind to our plan. Have you a man in mind?"
"Yes, there is an expert and nothing will be reflected upon you. Call your friend Mr. President. We want to set this up as soon as he can call his con."