I'm always happy to have a familiar face around my blog. Andrew P. Weston was with me at one of previous publishers and is a good friend. Such a wonderful person... This series is amazing. The guardians are all around us.
Guardian Angels by Andrew P. Weston
In a series of terrifying events, otherworldly beings intervene to save innocent lives. The world community reacts with relief as they realize that angels may in fact exist, and they are diligently protecting us.
But there are those who would seek to stop what they feel is a threat against their livelihoods. How far will some go to battle the Guardians? Is the fairy tale over before it even begins?
Guardian Angels is a powerful and compelling story about the catalyst that has the power to unite society in the hope for a better future. The spark of hope is fragile—can it last?
Making his way across the muddy fields behind the house of the Drake residence, David Collins had to smile to himself in satisfaction.
Sure enough, while the family had beefed up security at the front of their home, he had been correct in his assumption that they wouldn’t bother much with the back.
The low wire mesh fencing separated the home from miles of open farmland bordered by statutory brambles, thorns, and thistles.
They obviously didn’t think anyone would try to get through. And they were right—who in their right mind would traipse through this muck?
David amused himself with the fact that he probably wasn’t in his right mind. The people he represented were not just anyone.
That’s why he couldn’t afford to mess about any longer. They would want results, and he was here to get them. Heavily shielded, a taser tucked snugly in one pocket and a dart gun in the other, he was determined to come away with answers.
No more Mr. Nice Guy, he thought.
Coming at last to the back fence, he looked around to ensure no one was in a position to see it bend under his weight.
He climbed over. A dirty plastic swing and a deflated plastic paddling pool in the back yard confirmed he was in the right place.
Other toys were littered around the poorly kept garden—a bike, a ball, some cars along with a few “Action Man” figures, all scattered and abandoned along the concrete path. The back door was conveniently ajar.
Removing both the dart gun and the taser from his pockets, he started along the path, quickening his pace as he drew nearer.
Burst in, stun them, read them and then out through the front door with my face covered until I’m out of camera shot, then I’m away, he thought.
A rear window was also open, and he could hear the mother shouting to the boy inside to shut up, as she was trying to listen to the BBC Broadcast. He thought he heard something about her wanting to hear what the Guardian was saying.
He was surprised. Oh, they turned up then?
However, that wasn’t as surprising as what happened next.
He was about three yards from the door when he suddenly heard a thrumming sound and found a glowing, golden blade of light held about two inches from his throat.
He froze, looking along and over the long blade at the startling woman who held it there, her magnetic grey eyes boring into his soul, a look of warning flashing in their depths.
At six feet tall, and with a physique that looked as if a goddess had somehow been poured into her black uniform and molded into liquid marble, David knew instantly who had figured him out. Shit!
He felt an invisible pressure hold him still.
A voice in his mind spoke. Hello, David, my name is Victoria. Do I have your attention?
His eyes darted about, flicking from the blade to her, then to the house before returning to the blade again.
The same voice spoke again. Don’t worry about the people in the house. They’re blissfully unaware of our presence and we’re nice and safe within your chameleon shield. I asked you a question, David. Do I have your attention?
“Err, yes!” he replied, too shocked to utter a full sentence.
He looked more closely into the face of his adversary. Her dark flowing hair was tied back, cascading over one of her shoulders. Strong features highlighted just how beautiful she was. But those intensely grey eyes terrified him; they burned with a barely restrained power that caused his teeth to ache.
Taking a deep breath, David repeated more fully, “You have my full and undivided attention, yes.”
He relaxed as the Guardian sheathed her plasma baton, and David found he could move again.
We believe you may represent a group of people who have made several uninvited approaches to our members recently in the vain attempt to offer positions of employment to them.
While every member of the Guardians is free to do as they wish, you should be aware that we are very loyal to the cause we serve, and none of us appreciate your attempts. While we don’t know your reasons, we feel they must be of a somewhat darker disposition than we would prefer. Otherwise, you would have openly made contact with us.
Make sure you tell those you serve that they would be foolish to confuse our restraint with weakness. Just because we choose to act with patience does not mean our patience is limitless, understood?
“Yes, I understand.”
I hope you do, because we do not expect to have to bump into you, or your people again under these circumstances. Understood?
Oh, David, not to labor the point, but that includes circumstances like this one, yes?
“Yes, I understand clearly. I’ll make sure that’s passed along.”
Tell those you serve that this boy is protected. He is not only important to us, but to the whole world. If your people make another ill-advised attempt to gain access to him, not only will they regret it, but those making the attempt will never be in a position to harm anyone ever again. Am I making myself crystal clear?
Also, while I am fully capable of mind-reaming you where you stand and leaving your skull empty of information or coherence, I won’t. Instead I will extend to you and your people something you have failed to extend to us, simple courtesy.
It is clear you are all gifted in some way. The world needs people like you, now more than ever. Seriously think about the path you are on, because if you don’t, you will all face the consequences. Is that clear?
“Yes, very clear.”
And with that, David experienced a moment’s disorientation and found himself standing on the sidewalk next to his hired car more than a mile away.
Needless to say, he was on his phone and updating his superior within seconds, very glad to be away from that compelling woman who was so terrifyingly beautiful.
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About the Author:
Andrew P. Weston was born in the city of Birmingham, UK and grew up in the towns of Bearwood and Edgbaston, eventually attending Holly Lodge Grammar School for Boys where he was School Captain and Head Boy.
He was an active sportsperson and enjoyed rugby, martial arts, swimming, and was a member of athletics teams throughout the city.
On graduation in 1977, he joined the Royal Marines fulfilling a number of roles both in the UK and abroad.
In 1985, he became a police officer with the Devon & Cornwall Constabulary, and served in a variety of uniformed and plain clothed departments until his retirement in 2008.
Over those years, he wrote and illustrated a selection of private books for his children regarding the life of a tiny kitten, called The Adventures of Willy Whiskers and gained further qualifications in Law and Religious Studies. He was an active member of Mensa and continued to be an active sportsperson, providing lessons free of charge to local communities.
An unfortunate accident received on duty meant Andrew had to retire early from the police force, but after moving to the sunny Greek island of Kos to speed up his recuperation, he was at last able to devote time to the “Guardian Concept” he had developed over his years in the military and police.
When not writing, Andrew enjoys Greek dancing and language lessons, being told what to do by his wife, Annette, and hunting shadows in the dark.
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