Swarm lookout, your being hunted.
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Captain Granger is back and kicking but with his new ship Warrior. The swarm is every where and he and his crew give no ground to them. There is the political fighting to get rid of president Avery who is not as dumb as some think she is. Don't want to be a spoiler on this I will say she has more guts then any of her opponents could conceive. I can't wait for the next book in this series as the story is to big to be solved in one book. This book will take you for a ride with some twists you didn't see coming.
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Centuries ago, a series of ramrobot probes had been launched from Earth.  One happened to land on a world that would soon become known as Mount Lookitthat.  By sheer luck, the probe touched down on the Plateau, a mountain that loomed above the toxic gases that permeate the entire planet.  After receiving the probe's telemetry,  two slowboats arrived carrying colonists.  To their dismay, the Plateau was the only habitable landmass on the planet.  Worse, it was smaller than anticipated, roughly half the size of California, but the slowboats had been designed for a one-way trip.  Thus, the humans had little choice but to settle there.

At the time, it had been agreed upon that the crews of the Planck and Arthur Clarke would become the rulers of the colony.  The Plateau was then divided into territories with the crew residing on Alpha Plateau and the colonists on Beta, Delta, Gamma, and Iota.  Both slowboats had been refitted as additional space for the enormous Hospital constructed on Alpha Plateau.  It was from the Hospital that the crew governed Mount Lookitthat.  The slowboats had also been converted for use as power plants for the entire colony.

Over the course of three centuries, a caste system evolved.  Descendants of the crew (the upper-class) looked at the colonists with disdain.  Few colonists ever stepped foot on Alpha Plateau unless they required medical treatment--or were sentenced to death.  Capital punishment on Mount Lookitthat entailed the harvesting the accused's vital organs.  The rest of the body was cremated.  There was simply no space for burials on Mount Lookitthat.

The organ banks quickly became an instrument of fear and allowed a dictatorship to form, as well as a resistance group called the Sons of Earth led by Harry Kane and Jayhawk Hood.  For years, they had tried and failed to form a revolution against the government...until Matthew Keller entered the scene.  A miner from Delta Plateau, Keller never quite understood the usual psychic ability he possessed that made people suddenly forget he was right in front of them.

When Keller is invited to a party at Jay Hood's house, he finds himself thrust into the middle of chaos when the home is raided by the special police force known as Implementation under the leadership of the ruthless Jesus Pietro Castro.  Several members of the Sons of Earth are captured and taken to the Hospital to be executed.  With fear triggering his mental ability, Keller manages to escape unnoticed, but finds himself hunted by Castro.  Will Keller be able to rescue his friends from the Hospital and assist them in a revolution against Castro and the crew?

I found A Gift from Earth to be a fun read in a unique milieu, but awkward sentence structures and occasional clumsy wording made it seem like an early draft rather than a final, polished work.  Matthew Keller's character arc was strong, and Castro was refreshingly well-developed as the antagonist with internal monologues, foibles, and fears.  The supporting characters of Kane, Hood, and others were mostly two-dimensional and changed little from beginning to end.
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Sit around good people and hearken upon this story of legend and honor. The tale of BK-15D.

There was once an evil clan of fierce and sadistic warriors who called themselves the yellowjackets. They made all around them fearful of their wrath.

One day, an innocent young man was going about his day when the yellowjacket clan attacked. The young man had been keeping his distance, having been weary of the yellowjacket's presence, but to no avail. Their assault was ruthless.

A call went out from the townspeople. "Who will help us vanquish this horrible foe!?" When out from the faraway Amazon came a hero overnight. The BK-15D!

Using a rope the BK-15D suspended itself from a ladder and called to the townspeople to beat it against the great wall the yellowjackets had made their home. The townspeople were weary. Was this bravery or stupidity? Surely no entity could withstand that sort of punishment! Nevertheless the townspeople used a great pole and proceeded to bash the poor BK-15D against the wall. The yellow jackets did not take kindly to this intrusion and went not unlike a swarm of angry wasps. They quickly found the perpetrator. The venerable BK-15D.

Their onslaught was merciless but the mighty Flowtron proved nothing to be trifled with. It laughed off their futile attempts at stinging, it relished in the chance to act as a battering ram again and again against their fortress, it gleefully issued issued forth a battering cry of "BbzzzzzZZAAATTT" as it put on a show for all of us mere mortals.

The townspeople stood in awe of the sight of sparks flying as if summoned by Thor himself, and billowing smoke rolling off the foolish assailants. Yellowjackets, it was supposed, had keen sense of smell. It did them quite the disservice as the aroma of burning comrades only made them attack with even greater vigor. The BK-15D, with a warrior spirit that would make a Klingon blush, basked in the added challenge.

After 30 minutes of this clearly not manufacturer recommended pummeling, the BK-15D finally met its end on the field of battle as it shocked its last yellow jacket.

I jest! Our champion kept zapping and zapping until there was a pile of charred black and yellow corpses underneath it. The BK-15D, having tasted victory, would never again relinquish the chance to meet glory in battle. The next day it reported bright and early ready to face the enemy anew.

After several more brutal engagements the enemy had been exhausted. The several year long struggle was over. Where good citizens once knew only tyranny and oppression, the BK-15D smote their foe and gave them freedom to once again pursue such humble trades as "Washing the car" or "Using the weedwacker" without fear of being swarmed.

Having suddenly come to the realization that it could no longer be of use to the townspeople now that the land was safe once more, our hero the Flowtron BK-15D withdrew to live the rest of its days in peace in a faraway land of Garageandia.

However, there are some who say it still sits in watchful contemplation, awaiting the day should an old soldier be called upon to battle once more.
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Dont sneak up on me.  Im tired of people walking up behind me at work, so now i use this to keep a minds eye on everyone else.  Its one of the greatest desk novelties i own.  stands on its own, or you can use a stack of post-its to aim it
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I wage continual war against little black ants where I live. The little jerks come back every year and scout around looking for who knows what. All baits I tried in the past were ignored, but Terro, they love. I set a trap down near a scout and they run right for it. Before long there's a whole line trucking it back to their nest.
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Love swatting and elecutrocuting those annoying creatures. Push the button on the side and swat @ your target. Once you see it light up from a surge of volts, you will also hear it get zapped. All of the following, are indicators that it does work!
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I will let you know as soon as I catch one... they are taking over.  Trap needs to be set on a hair trigger to have any chance to catch one.
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A very fun open world game..  You can hunt animals in this game for skins to upgrade your equipment. You can hand glide down the mountainside to escape bandits or simply just for fun. That is the beauty of this game you can pretty much do whatever you want whenever you want.  You can even drive jeeps but the drive does take some time getting used to.  It is set in one of the most breath taking back drops on the next gen consoles at this time. I recommend this game just to go exploring and discover what the world holds
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This is an awesome little toy for catching elusive creatures who run when they see you coming.  I never step on spiders or insects because I think they have as much right to walk around as we do, a concept I had to teach my spouse when I first met him.  We enjoyed testing the catcher on the plastic spider that came with it.  I actually can't wait to put that fake spider somewhere in plain sight to test the mettle of company who won't leave.

I don't recommend using this device on fragile winged creatures like butterflies, or soft-bodied creatures like caterpillars, or anything that could be easily crushed or punctured by the filaments (Daddy-Long-Legs spiders are harmless and I just capture them by hand).  It works on centipedes, beetles and large spiders.  Just be gentle and don't snap the thing too hard on them.
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In the Everglades, you encounter a new species - mutant spider ants, because ants and spiders are too cute and cuddly on their own.  You must try to survive their onslaught, without succumbing to the other dangers of the Everglades.  This is an engaging book, and it gets a little unsettling, as the mutant spider ants are perfectly content to eat humans, including on especially happy ending where they eat you in your hospital bed.  Don't worry, they don't eat you in every ending, as sometimes they poison you and then eat you, or simply use their webs to immobilize you completely.  Of course, the mutant spider ants are also dangerous as they distract you from the other dangers of the Everglades - quicksand, alligators, and lightning strikes while on open water.  In fact, if you accidentally enter quicksand, you are doomed no matter what you choose, as either you sink in the quicksand, or the mutant spider ants catch while you are trying to get out of the quicksand.  Sweet dreams.
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I loved this story. A stalker, an abusive ex on the hunt, an an alpha cop standing between them and her. Now that's a recipe for a romantic suspense!
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Great calling action and tips to setting up for successful hunts. This is a GREAT aid you in getting more predators to respond to your calling sequences.
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You are a CIA operative sent to Northern Ireland to get information on the IRA movements. Your cover is a vacationing American doing some sailing along the Northern Ireland coast. In an effort to get the information you want, you agree to smuggle arms and explosives on your boat.  Then, after you pick up the contraband and  are on your way to deliver it, you are hijacked by a different faction of the IRA, who are local fishermen.  You dive into the sea, to avoid being shot by the fishing captain, and swim for shore.  Only minutes later, a drone missile hits the fishing boat, killing everyone.  To swim the three miles to shore you kick off you pants to swim better.  You made it to shore, but now you are cold, wet and alone in a country that would kill you on sight, if they knew who you are.
  Oh, did I fail to mention, the person that put you in contact with the IRA is the brother of a beautiful redheaded Catholic girl.  In CIA training there is a rule, do not get involved.  Nevertheless, you have violated that rule with the readhead.  But, you are not sure if she has IRA ties until you see her take part in the attempted assignation of a Protestant leader during an Orangeman parade.
  Then to put a bow on this little story, your CIA boss is the brother-in-law of your widowed American girlfriend.  He is dating her while you are on assignment and he has ties to the drone program that fired the missile that almost killed you.  Now. What would you do?  Read Steve Colemans book to find out.
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This is the call you want if your a hunter of the very smart adversary known as the crow! I have been out in the field to many times and you can count on the Primos Crow Call it will bring them in every single time! It is very easy to use and the package comes with a handy how to section that shows how and what the calls mean.
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I love that you added all the detail,and I like all the mob attack. The creepers were sure to kill you until you escaped
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The patrol is billetd in the Tradewinds hotel in Freetown, Sierra Leone. It's October 1997 and it's hot. "Spider" Shepherd, Geordie, Jimbo and Jock are complaining about being stuck in a hell-hole. Shepherd's complaint is "they were given a mission to guard a beach so that South African mercenaries armed by British intelligence could land and engage the rebels and instead they went rogue and grabbed the stocks of Diamonds for themselves. The people we helped bring ashore are now making the country's problems even worse."

At that time the MI6 Officer, Jonathan Parker showed up and sat down at their table. Parker is worried that the mercenaries he hired are headed for he Liberian border to sell their diamonds, armoured vehicles and heavy weapons.

Parker pleads with Shepherd and his men to stop the mercenaries and make sure their vehicles and weapons don't fall into rebel hands Reluctantly, Shepherd agrees but gives Parker a list of items that Parker will need to scrounge up and provide if the SAS troopers are to complete the mission.

Among the items needed is a complete South African Army uniform that must be at least 5 years old. Even the boots must be worn and authentic. The full kit to clean a rifle will be needed as well.

They will need a Russian HIND helicopter and that will be handled by the Czech pilot Jerzy. Shepherd met with him and agreed to pay him in diamonds for his services.

The squad and Jerzy were flown to the border by Jerzy's friend Piotr in a civilian helicopter. The squad watched the sky for HIND helicopters returning to base and followed them on foot across the border. The battle portion of the mission had begun.

Rather than continue on and reveal the action scene and ending which would spoil it for readers I will stop here and invite you to down load this exciting story. It is well worth it. Leather is a master of the military short story.
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I have it on good authority that the formerly flourishing fly population of my home refers to a dark day in their history. A day when their devil-may-care free roaming throughout the area came to a sudden and abrupt end. A sword day. A red day. Where before they feared little but the occasional swipe of the electrified swatter that they could easily avoid, or the traps which were stationary and posed little threat, now a nameless fear struck without warning and from afar. Their beady little compound eyes were all but useless to warn against this new enemy, and once danger became apparent, the blow landed too fast for them to flee. Death could come now at any time--and it did. Now they venture out furtively or not at all, and always, always in fear.

As I wander the house on one of my periodic patrols to check the usual hangouts, the places flies tend to linger, for they are well known to all, I periodically pronounce a new death sentence upon yet another uninvited and unwelcome house-guest with the innocuous and friendly-sounding greeting "Hey, little guy..." But with a savage racking of the slide and a cool pause, I train my sight on the intruder and squeeze the trigger. "POP!" The rush of air spews a shot-pattern of salt from the barrel and ends the comfortable existence of yet another six-legged squatter. Consider yourself warned. If you like your house swarming with flies, DO NOT GET OR USE THIS GUN. Use some inferior method of pest control like a glue strip or trap flies will approach only randomly or by accident. While requiring effort on your part, Bug-A-Salt makes the extermination of the foul pests invading your home easy, fun, effective, and cheap. The weapon itself is your biggest investment, and it's no more expensive than some much less effective zapper type bug killers. You need ammo, sure--but the Bug-A-Salt uses common table salt, which is cheaply available everywhere. Join me, brothers and sisters, and rise up against the tide of pests that invade our homes, and fight back with the greatest weapon available to us: this one.