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    Bitter Harvest: Seeds of War, #3
    Bitter Harvest: Seeds of War, #3
    Bitter Harvest: Seeds of War, #3
    Ebook94 pages1 hourSeeds of War

    Bitter Harvest: Seeds of War, #3

    By Jonathan P. Brazee and Lawrence M. Schoen

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    After defeating the Gardener's forces on New Mars, newly recalled Marine Lieutenant General Colby Merritt Edson returns to the agricultural world of Vasquez, rescue any survivors, and ensure that the alien menace won't come back through the wormhole. It should be easy, but . . .

    Defeated but far from dead, the alien Gardener must warn its people of the threat of this new kind of Meat that has dared to interfere with the planet it had seeded. Smuggling itself back to Valdez aboard a human ship, it prepares for a final assault against the Marines and farmers there, the first step in a war to eradicate humans from the galaxy.

    Former psychology professor Lawrence M. Schoen and retired Marine Colonel Jonathan P. Brazee join forces in this third novella of the SEEDS OF WAR trilogy, pitting Marine against Gardener, with the fate of all of humanity hanging in the balance.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJonathan P. Brazee
    Release dateDec 26, 2020
    ISBN9781393302520
    Bitter Harvest: Seeds of War, #3
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    Jonathan P. Brazee

    Jonathan Brazee graduated from the U.S. Naval Academy and served 30 years in the Marines as a commander of infantry, recon, MSSG, and air delivery units as well as in various staff billets. He served with the 3d CAG as the military liaison to USAID in Iraq in 2006 and retired as a colonel in 2009. He is a life member of the Disabled American Veterans, the Veterans of Foreign Wars, the U. S. Naval Academy Alumni Association, and the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America.              

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      Bitter Harvest - Jonathan P. Brazee

      Seeds of War — Book III: Bitter Harvest

      Part I: Weeds Amidst the Rubble

      Duke whined as Colby stood at the apron, watching the shuttle come in for a landing. The dog had been glued to him since the end of the battle.

      It’s OK, girl, he said. They’re the good guys.

      Lieutenant Colonel Manuel Sifuentes, Colby’s former protégé and the senior active duty Marine left on New Mars, had been trying to organize what remained of the planet’s only major city in the aftermath of the battle with the plant soldiers, and the last thing he needed was to worry about the contact team from Earth. Without a real job, Colby had volunteered to meet them. As a retired lieutenant general, he’d had plenty of practice dealing with bureaucrats while still on active duty, and if this could free up Sifuentes, then Colby was happy to help.

      No, not happy. Willing would be a better description.

      He patted his front pocket where he’d put the list. Government bureaucrats could be—and usually were—a pain in the ass, but they could also get things done. He and Sifuentes had come up with a prioritized list to fix the mess that New Mars had become. The list was not all-inclusive, just what they needed to address the immediate concerns. He had no idea who was on the shuttle, but he was going to give whoever it was the list and get them going on it. Like most bureaucrats, they’d have their own ideas and priorities, no doubt conceived without a proper understanding of the situation here on the ground; Colby’s task was to delay or possibly derail their objectives and get the things on his list done right away, even if he had to beg or browbeat them into it.

      The shuttle slowly landed, kicking up dust that still had a tinge of green. During the heat of the battle with the plant army, a green mist, created from the bodies of dead plants, had risen, coating everything. Now, a day later, most of it had disappeared. If it were not for the utter destruction of the city, he could have thought that all of the fighting had been a dream. Almost all traces of the plant soldiers themselves were gone.

      The shuttle door opened, and the steps unfolded. First to debark were two Capital Guards who rushed down, then took up positions at the bottom of the steps, facing inboard.

      Colby kept his face neutral. Like all Marines, he had a very low opinion of the SUTAs (Sticks-Up-The-Ass). They were wannabees, peacocks in fancy uniforms who strutted and pranced, chests puffed out as they reveled in their self-importance. Marines tended to ignore them, but their presence always meant that someone high on the food chain was around.

      Someone aboard the shuttle was powerful enough to rate their own praetorian guard, and that changed the equation a bit. He wasn’t going to be able to browbeat them into getting his list filled. Colby had lots of experience dealing with the type, and usually the best course of action was to convince the bigwig that whatever Colby wanted had been what they wanted in the first place.

      He plastered a smile on his face and thought about skimming the list of likely high-ranking politicians who might be arriving, but his implant had been offline since the battle with the plant daikaiju. His patience, like his smile, was manufactured, but sufficient as he waited to see who had decided to make a personal appearance on the scene. Whoever it was, Colby would just have to deal with them.

      An underling, bright and eager, popped her head out of the shuttles hatch, spotted Colby, and ducked back inside. His smile faded just a bit, and he had to force it back to full wattage.

      Many of the high and mighty were sticklers for protocol. The fact that there were two capital guards standing at attention at the bottom of the steps meant that whoever was in the shuttle was high-ranking, and that they expected to be met by the appropriate party, not a scruffy-looking farmer and his dog. If he was still on active duty and in full uniform, with an honor guard behind him, that would have satisfied any visiting dignitary, but not as he was now.

      He expected an underling to come out first to see who he was and if he was befitting of receiving the head of this group. This nonsense was just wasting time while his list burned a hole in his pocket. He was tempted to march up to the shuttle and announce himself. Even retired, a lieutenant general still carried some weight, and maybe throwing his around wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

      He’d just taken a step forward when two more guards appeared, stopping at the top of the steps, then turned inboard.

      Colby raised his eyebrows in surprise. Maybe this was going to work out after all. Blinded by his own prejudices, he might have judged too soon. Not everyone who was serving at the top levels was an asshole, and if they were willing to come out to meet someone who looked as common as he did now. . .

      Colby’s optimistic spin reverted to his original judgement of asshole as a familiar face appeared at the shuttle’s hatch.

      Vice-Minister Asahi Greenstein took a moment to look over the wrecked landscape, before settling his gaze on Colby, a half-smile on his face.

      This was the corrupt piece of crap who’d ruined Colby’s career. All the rage and hatred that Colby thought he’d worked through during his time spent farming on Vasquez surged in him, as fresh as if everything had happened just yesterday.

      He would have expected literally anyone else, from the lowest government flack to the commander in chief, anyone besides the vice-minister. The man rarely left the confines of the capital complex on Earth. He was not a field guy.

      But, in a way, this made sense. Colby had sent a report to the vice-minister from Vasquez, so Greenstein would have been among the first to know that humanity had been invaded by an alien species. He’d have had a jump on his rivals, and in the never-ending game of state, that could have huge benefits down the road. That big an opportunity for self-advancement could have been enough to get Greenstein out from behind his desk and into a war zone.

      Colby hated the man, but he could still use him. The vice-minister certainly had the heft

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