Shadows of Mars (Broken Stars Book 1) Read online

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Epilogue

  Deimos Station Chapter One

  Deimos Station Chapter Two

  Deimos Station Chapter Three

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  Published by Lucas Ross Publishing.

  Author website: ioadler.com

  Edited by Brittany Dory at Blue Minerva Copyediting

  Cover Design by AFG Illustrations.

  Image used in cover art courtesy of NASA.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to similarly named places or to persons living or deceased is unintentional.

  Shadows of Mars

  by

  I.O. Adler

  Broken Stars Book One

  Chapter One

  “My dad’s a rock star, my mom’s an astronaut on Mars, and once I get my master’s in water chemistry, I’m going to apply for upper management.”

  Carmen Vincent forced a smile and hoped this response was snippy enough to end the conversation with her workmate Nora. The room was stuffy. She unzipped and pulled off her red hoodie and reclipped her ID badge to the front of her black T-shirt. The photo of her was off, making her skin appear a darker shade of brown. The photographer also hadn’t waited for her to retie her ponytail. The poof of black hair made it look like she had just rolled out of bed.

  Nora remained leaning in the doorway to the Ross County Water Treatment control room and didn’t appear to be going anywhere. She was a tall woman, mid-fifties with a broad jaw. She had big arms and wide shoulders and Carmen wondered if she lifted weights.

  Carmen shifted slightly in her chair to block the screen of her laptop.

  Nora snorted. “The point of two truths and a lie is to only lie once. Come on, Carmen, lighten up. You’re new on the night shift crew. The bosses don’t care what we do as long as we pick up the phone before it rings three times.”

  As if to emphasize her point she produced a flask, took a swig, and offered it to Carmen.

  Carmen closed the laptop. “No thanks.”

  Nora set the flask down in the center of the long table, rounded the workstation, and took a seat opposite Carmen. “Suit yourself. That’s there when you’re ready. Maybe after you’ve been a turd herder for a few weeks, you’ll partake. Now go on, ask me.”

  “Ask you what?”

  “Two truths and a lie, silly. I’ll show you how it’s done. Because no one working here at this hour has anything more than an associate’s degree and I very much doubt the other stuff you mentioned. An astronaut as your mother? Hah, that’s rich.”

  “I want to get started on my work.”

  “Nose to the grindstone, right? And I suppose you’ll next say that your little laptop you have plugged into the router has something to do with our job here.”

  Carmen leaned so she could better see her workmate between the monitors. “All right, tell me. Two truths and a lie?”

  Nora’s face brightened as she reclined on her chair. “I used to teach surfing, I’ve never shoplifted, and I love my cat more than my husband.”

  “Hmmm, those are good ones. I’ll say the one about your cat is the lie.”

  Her coworker shook her head. “Nope.”

  “Okay, then you’ve never surfed?”

  Nora wrinkled her nose. “Used to daily when I was young. Taught at the JC in Honolulu.”

  “Well, then you’re a naughty girl.”

  “Aren’t we both?”

  As her workmate continued to talk, Carmen got back on her laptop and opened the special browser that would anonymously connect to the sanitation district network. Within seconds she was online. The Ross County Water Treatment system had a fiber-optic connection running at top speed and was nothing like the pokey internet Carmen could access from home with its restricted content.

  No one got good connections anymore since the Big Wipe.

  Internet, mobile phone service, and GPS had gone away in one dramatic night of arcing power poles, exploding transformers, and green auroras filling the sky. It was the last day anyone heard anything from the Lunar Gateway, the space stations, or the Mars mission.

  It had also been the last day of her mother’s life.

  Over the past two years no one would tell her what had happened. Carmen’s lingering sense of dread was compounded by guilt. Her mother had sent a message three days before the Big Wipe and Carmen hadn’t listened to it. Had been busy. Had been angry all these months since her mother’s departure. And now even that final message was gone.

  With the NASA servers fried, she could only imagine that the message had been lost forever. The promises from the space program’s admins that her mom’s voicemail and video mail would be recovered had grown repetitive and stale. The news blackout about the global catastrophe only made things worse.

  The Big Wipe’s Black Wednesday and Darker Thursday had become the Year of Blackout from which the United States and the rest of the world were only just starting to emerge.

  And now the NASA admins weren’t returning Carmen’s calls or emails.

  It was how people trying to hide things behaved. It was what criminals did. If what happened on Mars was an accident, then the agency needed to come forward with details. If all hands were lost because of a catastrophic event, the families deserved to know.

  New messages? Zero.

  Her spam filter had flagged forty-seven incoming emails from advertisers selling clothes and beauty products or scammers not in her contact list phishing for a reply because her credit card number was being frozen and “Immediate Action” was needed. Even with the internet on life support, spam was alive and well.

  Meanwhile Nora continued to yammer.

  Carmen’s workstation monitor showed all the lights of a system running on automation that required little in the way of interaction. So she surfed. But thirty minutes of searching led only to the same dead ends she would reach when she could manage to get on to any of the meshnets or shortwave networks. These proved erratic in availability, as they vanished or got shut down as quickly as t
hey’d show up.

  The message boards that existed in the nooks and black corners of the web were full of the worst conspiracies and provided nothing of substance. Still, she browsed a few pages of thread titles just in case.

  President Dragging Feet on Internet Restoration, New York Times Confirms.

  United Nations Detonated EMPs.

  Silver Surfer Caused Big Wipe. We All Know Who Comes Next.

  And after two years everyone was an expert on coronal mass ejections and the Carrington Event.

  Idiocy, rage, and so much distrust. Her cursory reading made her stomach hurt.

  Still, there were nuggets that interested her, perhaps only speculation, but after being repeated often enough and lying fallow for so long they might as well be truths.

  The order of the disaster, for one. Some smart people had figured out the timing of the Big Wipe. The moon, then the satellites, then most of the Western Hemisphere during the night. Much of Europe, Africa, Asia, and Oceania, which were enjoying daylight, had been spared the full force of the event, but that didn’t save them as the wave of radiation bounced around inside the atmosphere with varying degrees of damage to electrical infrastructure. But they got it a fraction of a second after the dark side of the planet.

  So if the Big Wipe was a solar event, how was that possible?

  Eyes growing bleary, she navigated to the public news sites to scan for anything official.

  The usual minor disasters and outrages ruled the headlines. But as for the Big Wipe, cable and radio news continued with their stock answers which only hinted at the greater conspiracy that the government didn’t want to give the country back its internet. The world was on an information lockdown, and the Big Wipe stood at the center of the mystery.

  And it was as if the world’s space programs had never existed.

  Her notification inbox went red. A new email.

  Her hand froze on the laptop’s touchpad.

  Help me.

  The subject line caught her attention but when she saw the sender ID she rubbed her eyes.

  From: Sylvia Vincent.

  Mother.

  Her cursor hovered over the trash button. It was from her mom’s email address. Somehow some virus had infected it. The last thing Carmen needed.

  She deleted the message.

  A new message appeared.

  Help me. From: Sylvia Vincent.

  She clicked delete again.

  A third one showed up followed by a fourth. Next came a row of new messages with the same subject from the same sender.

  Help me. From: Sylvia Vincent.

  Carmen checked the box on all of them and dumped them into her spam folder. Considered the possibility that it wasn’t a virus but some malicious prank.

  Her sister, Jenna, was the executor of her mother’s estate, but everything remained in limbo while NASA dragged its feet on the paperwork that would give closure to their loss. On top of it all, Jenna had her own problems and was always a week away from getting anything done. But if her mom’s accounts still hadn’t been canceled or her personal electronics were being accessed, Jenna needed to know. Passwords had to be changed before someone started opening credit cards in her mom’s name.

  Nora took another sip from the flask before setting it back down between them. Said something, but Carmen couldn’t make it out.

  “Please look at me when you speak,” Carmen said.

  “Oh, sorry. I said, ‘Don’t suppose you’ll tell me what you’re looking for online that you don’t want anyone to see.’”

  “Sorry, no. I’d just have to lie to you again.”

  This earned a laugh.

  Carmen needed to contact her sister. Even as she reached for her phone to send a message, a text appeared.

  Help me.

  It had come from her mom’s phone. Her mom’s smiling face stared at her from the text message thumbnail. Then more messages arrived, her phone buzzing with notifications.

  Nora craned her neck over her monitor. “Aren’t you popular?”

  Carmen muted her phone. This wasn’t something that could wait for Jenna to reply to in the morning. She tapped her contact list and called her sister. The phone rang but Jenna wasn’t picking up. It went to voicemail. Carmen ended the call and dialed again. She would keep trying until she got through.

  She barely noticed when Nora got up and hurried past her. The entry doorbell was buzzing. Ross County Water Treatment received few visitors at night and no deliveries after hours. One of the techs had probably forgotten their card key and needed to be let inside.

  As she began to compose a text message, Nora’s bright voice called from the hallway.

  “Carmen, these men are asking to see you.”

  Two men entered the control room. The first was a deputy with the Ross County Sheriff’s Department. He studied his phone for a moment before looking straight at Carmen.

  “That’s her.”

  Chapter Two

  Carmen wasn’t expecting the cops.

  Following the deputy into the control room was a member of the Peace Patrol. Part citizen watchdog group, part Guardian Angels, and part Hitler Youth, the Peace Patrol was now an increasingly regular feature of law enforcement, insinuating themselves as first responders throughout the country.

  While Carmen didn’t know the deputy, she instantly recognized the Peace Patrol volunteer.

  Peter Vogel. One of the few faces from high school who hadn’t blown out of the city of Garden Village, California, since graduating high school. And also her sister Jenna’s ex-husband and the father of Carmen’s two nephews.

  “Hello, Carmen. I heard you got a job here.”

  She snapped shut her laptop and spun on her chair to face them.

  Peter stood broad and tall and still had the jock-who-spends-every-day-in-the-weight-room look he’d had since playing varsity-everything for the Village Idiots, aka the Garden Village Vikings. He wore a button-down blue shirt and zipped down puffy jacket with the white-and-gold Peace Patrol logo on it.

  The deputy made a quick examination of the room. He was in his late thirties and hard to read. The overloaded equipment belt around his midsection creaked with every movement. Mirrored sunglasses sat tucked in his shirt pocket. He had a red mustache, and his pink face wore a mask of calm concern when his attention returned to Carmen.

  She felt her stomach sink. Tried not to think about her laptop. Her palms were instantly slick and her mouth dry. She had lost her last job after her boss at the cable company discovered the wireless router she had installed in the server room. Had he followed through with his threats to call the cops on her a month after she had been kicked off the property?

  She cleared her throat. “What’s going on?”

  The deputy spoke up. “We’re following up on a series of network breaches—”

  Peter interrupted him. When he spoke it was loud with exaggerated emphasis on each syllable. “I’ve got this, Jerry. Remember I said she’s part deaf. Carmen, the department has been investigating some illegal networks tapping into the public bandwidth. As you know, there’s only so many bits those networks can handle during the crisis.”

  Carmen bristled. “Hard of hearing. What does any of this have to do with me?”

  “Your name is on a list of people who’ve received complaints.”

  “What complaints?”

  “I can’t share that. But I thought, ‘Well, I know Carmen. She sometimes brings my two boys to my Bible fellowship’s meetings when my ex can’t make it, so I can help cross her off the list.’ That way we can focus on the real bad guys.”

  “That’s…sweet of you, Peter. As you can see, I’m just here working and trying to make ends meet. Just like everyone else these days.”

  Peter stepped past the deputy and inspected the desk. “It’s been a roller-coaster year. We all need to watch out for each other. It’s why I became a cop.”

  “But you’re not a cop. Deputy Jerry here is. You’re just on a ride-along. Dur
ing the day you work for your brother’s carpet cleaning company.”

  His face darkened. “We help the sheriff’s department do its work. But this place is a big change from your last job. I didn’t know waste management was your career path. Do you take your work home with you?”

  “I’m sure no one here’s ever heard that one before. Thanks for checking in, really. You’ve done your duty and made your inspection and our country is safe. We appreciate your service, truly. Time for you to go.”

  He leaned in to examine one of the workspace monitors. Carmen’s phone lit up. Peter snatched it from the table and showed her the screen. Jenna was calling.

  “It’s my ex,” he said. “Perfect timing. Also looks like you need to check your messages.”

  She took the phone away from him. The call went to voicemail. “None of this is any of your business.”

  “Then maybe this is.” Peter reached between the monitors and picked up the flask. “Can’t imagine plant management allows drinking on the job.”

  Still seated on the opposite side of the bank of monitors, Nora began to stammer.

  But Carmen stood up and cut her off before she could say a word. “That’s mine.”

  Peter sniffed the flask and made a face. “Grounds for termination, I’m sure. Still, nothing we can’t clear up. Because we’re friends, right? Spiritual brothers and sisters? In fact, maybe we can talk about it in the morning when you get off shift.”

  She held out a hand.

  He gave her the flask. “What do you say? Go to Black Bear for some coffee and a Danish?”

  “When I get off shift I’ll be tired.”

  “Later, then. Lunch. I’m sure you need to eat. I can pick you up. You still at the Civic Center Arms apartments on Merrydale? Or are you back at your dad’s?”

  She fought to keep a neutral expression. They hadn’t interacted enough for him to know where she lived. Had he looked her up? The thought unnerved her.

  “The answer’s no.”

  He made a show of nodding. “Well, it was good to run into you. Maybe I’ll call you later. I’ll also catch you at the next fellowship, right? Be sure to say hi to Jenna when you next see her. And Carmen? I’ll be sending some prayer missiles your way tonight.”