The Spy Who Loved Eveline – Excerpt No. 65

5 November 2026

“Sorry, Sir,” Smythe finally said. “I think I’ve missed something while I was in cryo.”

“I was getting to that Commander,” L said. “With the space stations going silent one by one, the destruction of the space ports, and the Arks being destroyed, senior leaders within our governments have only one option left to them.”

So, this was entirely political, because humanity painted themselves into a corner and needed a way out. Shakes hands with the devil, one soul for a chance at survival.

“What about the other girl?” Smythe asked

“I’m glad that you asked,” L replied.

Square vintage-framed orbital still. A dark, unlit space station with dead solar arrays hangs above Earth. The planet is covered in a global rusty-orange fog; ordinary clouds still drift on top of that layer. Starfield behind the station. Surface world seen from the last high ground: abandoned orbit, fog still winning below.

Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.