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BLURB 

   When the Government holds Michael Windsor 's son Andy prisoner to study his special powers, Michael tries to free him. His attempt fails and Michael escapes, beginning a frantic flight. It takes him and Mac, a sentient machine across the country, involving them in a gang shooting, a presidential assassination, and two domineering female pirates.

   His son Andy also escapes and disguised as a girl, sets out on a journey to find his father. When Laura, the woman Michael loves, is also targeted by the Government, she too escapes and flees to find Michael. 

   Ultimately, all three head toward St. Louis where a showdown with the Government looms. Can they win freedom and live normal lives, or will they be crushed by tyranny?

A TENSE SCENE FROM THE NOVEL . . .

Yes, the man seemed authentic and down-to-earth, Michael thought. He could do so much with so little, communicate a whole inward drama with a smile or a twitch of an eyelid. But wasn’t that what a good politician did? He made you believe in him.

Exactly right, Mac agreed. The President is a good politician. It’s how he got to the top of the mountain. He’s a performer.

Maybe, but Michael was sensing an opportunity. For months, he had run from the Government, from the Feds who wanted to rape him for his gifts. What better remedy was there for him than to go to the supreme leader of that Government, the biggest fish of all, and plead for help? And to do it now before that man sat down to eat?

Michael started forward, only to feel a strong hand grip his shoulder. Turning around, he saw Nat shake his head.

“Don’t do it,” Nat said.

Michael yanked away, hearing Mac repeat Nat’s words.

Don’t do it!

But he had to try when he had the chance, the best chance he might ever have. He had to do it now before the man sat down and began to stuff his face.

Michael took a step toward the President, then another. As he did, he caught something odd out of the corner of his eye, something that didn’t fit. He stopped.

One of the customers had stepped toward the President and raised his hand. Even if the grenade-shaped item he held wasn’t a weapon, it had no business being there because the Feds or Secret Service always removed suspicious objects or potentially dangerous items from people’s pockets in situations that involved the President. Possibly, Michael was mistaken and it was nothing. The Feds just didn’t screw up.

But something in the man’s smile said otherwise.

Maybe there’s two assassins, Mac said. Not just one!

Michael spun and lunged toward the man, seeing his arm go back and come forward to throw the object directly at the President. At the last moment, Michael managed to strike the man’s wrist, deflecting the object and sending it spinning.

An instant later, it exploded, blasting people into the air and filling the terrace with smoke. Michael came down, striking the floor with his head. The last thing he remembered before he passed out was the shrill sound of screams, punctuated by gunshots.

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