SUBVERSION BY MELINDA FRIESEN BLOG TOUR – DIGITAL ASSETS
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Subversion (One Bright Future #2)
by Melinda Friesen
Publisher: Rebelight Publishing
Publication Date: August 31, 2016
“I surrender my days, my efforts, myself to the OneEarth Bank . . .”
After fleeing slavery, Rielle James burns with the desire to topple OneEarth Bank and end its enslavement of young people as Contracts. When she learns that her friend Nathan has been sold to a logging company where Contracts die or vanish without a trace, she assumes a false identity and becomes a slave again to help him escape.
Her act of subversion uncovers the horrific truth behind the OneEarth Bank’s role in Contract disappearances and its link to a global pandemic.
Can Rielle and Nathan escape and expose the truth before it’s too late?
OTHER BOOKS IN THE SERIES:
“One world. One currency. One bright future.”
That’s the promise made by OneEarth Bank after a global economic collapse–but only for those who accept the insertion of a commerce chip.
When Rielle’s parents refuse to comply, government officials tear her family apart. As punishment for her parent’s crimes, Rielle is forced into a Community Service Contract–a legalized form of slavery–and sold to a wealthy, abusive banker.
The Banker’s secrets hold the key to Rielle’s freedom, but will she risk prison or even death to escape and search for her family?
Excerpt from chapter three
A flash of light catches my attention. An illuminated orb glows alongside the bus, casting a bright circle on the pavement whizzing past. I squint to focus, and another beam appears behind the first one, matching the bus’s speed. I sit up taller and peer out the windows on the other side of the bus. Two more lights over there.
Through the front windshield, red and blue lights flash in the distance. The guard at the front with the glasses leans over and says something to the driver.
Beside my window, the second light dips, hovers and then swerves into the beam of the first orb. I can finally see what it is—a craft about the size of a Frisbee. Propellers spin inside wide, flat black wings and the tree-like One Earth Bank symbol is stamped on the fuselage. The rotors tilt as it changes directions.
A drone. What’s going on?
The bus slows as it approaches the red and blue flashing lights. Bank Security cruisers. They’re blocking the road. Their revolving lights send red and blue rays skating around the interior of the bus.
Confused, anxious glances dart between Contracts.
My heart speeds. Bank Security. Do they know I’m on this bus? No. That can’t be. They think I’m dead . . . don’t they? Uncle Rex said that was the “official story.” What if they found out I escaped, and they set a trap?
The bus stops, circled by four drones. Bank Security officers position themselves around the bus holding guns at their shoulders. The driver opens the door, and a Bank Security officer steps aboard.
“What’s going on?” the driver asks.
“Just a routine check-stop. We need everyone off the bus.”
My hands tremble, and I clutch them into fists.
The Bank Security officer steps off the bus again. The driver flicks on the interior lights, blinding me for a moment, and then rises from his seat. The guard with the glasses marches to the back of the bus and stands against the back door beside my seat. I look up at him. He stares down at me, his eyes narrowing, and then he looks back to the driver at the front. A droplet of sweat trickles down his temple.
I bite my cheek. Why did he look at me that way? Unless . . . unless he knows they’re after me. What am I going to do? I peer through the grimy window and scan the area for any means of escape. Between the drones and the officers, every inch of the bus is surrounded.
The driver pulls out a night stick from behind his seat. “We’re going to file off the bus in an orderly manner.” He claps the baton against his palm. “Any wrong move will be dealt with swiftly.” He waves at the Contracts in the front seats. They stand and slowly, carefully make their way off the bus.
Outside, officers herd them into a line. The middle of the bus empties. I stand on weak legs but before I can move into the aisle, Officer Glasses slaps his hand on my shoulder and pushes me back down onto my seat. “You get off last,” he hisses through clenched teeth.
The boy in the seat opposite mine appraises Glasses and me through the black hair dangling in front of his dark eyes.
“Move!” Glasses shouts at him. He shuffles toward the front and glances over his shoulder at me before descending the stairs.
Glasses leans over me, his cheeks flushed and sweat beading on his forehead, and shouts, “Get up Contract!”
Now he wants me to stand?
The driver eyes us.
“I got this one,” Glasses calls to the driver. The driver descends the stairs. Then just Glasses and I remain on the bus. He grabs my arm and yanks me to my feet. He leans in closely, so closely that I can smell his stale breath. “It’s good to see you, Rielle James.”
About the author
Melinda Friesen writes novels for teens and short stories. Her contest winning short stories have appeared in various periodical and an anthology. Enslavement, book one in the One Bright Future series, is her first novel.