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Zero Margin

By: Vicki Graybosch

Nick Stryker, a Chicago Homicide Detective, finds himself in the middle of a real life techno-thriller complete with murders, organized crime, and the CIA.
Nick faces the greatest challenge of his career. An assignment that he didn't ask for, wasn't prepared for, and doesn't even understand. An assignment that has a zero margin for failure.

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Nick Stryker, a Chicago Homicide Detective, finds himself in the middle of a real life techno-thriller complete with murders, organized crime, and the CIA.

Nick faces the greatest challenge of his career. An assignment that he didn't ask for, wasn't prepared for, and doesn't even understand. An assignment that has a zero margin for failure.
From Zero Margin:

Angel had looked at the new apartment and decided to wait on making any big changes right now. Her heart just wasn't in it today. Things at work were definitely up in the air and if Chris was right, the whole team could be reassigned to some project not even in Lead. She had learned years ago not to second guess what the government might do.

About a mile from Lead's city limits a man's voice broke through on her car radio. "We have control of your vehicle, Dr. Sanchez. Please remain calm."

Angel tried to apply her brakes. Nothing. A wave of terror swept over her. Her hands began to shake uncontrollably. Her steering wheel turned to the left at the first crossroad as the doors locked and the sunroof closed. She pressed on her horn and tried to engage the emergency brake. Nothing. Tears began to swell in her eyes at the thought of what kind of hell she would be delivered to. The CIA always warned them to be careful. Her work was classified and extremely sensitive. Was she going to be tortured?

She grabbed her tablet from her purse. Her Wi-Fi was scrambled. That meant her phone was useless too. Angel watched through tears as the landscape passed by and then focused on the dash. She understood engineering. She could do this. A car was just a box with a computer, right? She wasn't going to sit and calmly be driven somewhere by people she didn't know. Oh, hell no.

"Who is this? Where are you taking me?" She wanted to see if they could hear her too. The voice came over her radio, "That isn't important, Dr. Sanchez. You will arrive at your destination soon."

Angel hiked up her skirt and slipped over the center console, leaned down, and began to pry the bottom of the dash housing open with her keys. Finally, a small fuse compartment door popped open. There was a chart of the fuse locations on the back side of the panel door. Angel willed her shaking hands to steady. She found the fuse for the fuel pump and removed it. Hopefully the car's computer system would tell the engine there was no fuel and stop. She decided to remove all of the fuses. Anything that would confuse the car's main computer could help. She leaned back toward the steering column and removed the panel that housed the GPS and cruise control chips. When she popped them out of the circuit, the car's engine began to sputter and the car slowed.

A now irritated voice came over the radio, "Your cooperation is not optional, Dr.Sanchez. Refrain from your activities."

The car was almost stopped. The dirt road was deserted as far as she could see. Angel slid down on the passenger seat and braced herself as she raised her heels and kicked at the windshield. She knew it was only held in place with sealant on the outside edge of the frame. She kicked again with all of her strength and felt it give way.

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