Dark Angel: The Eyes Only Dossier [NOOK Book]


Seattle ca. A.D. 2020 A post-Pulse city crawling with cops on the take, crooks on the make, genetically engineered supersoldiers, and hundreds of thousands of plain folks just hanging on by a thread to the sputtering engine that was once the all-powerful American economy . . .

November 12, 2021: My name is Logan Cale—though whoever finds this material will undoubtedly know ...
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Seattle ca. A.D. 2020 A post-Pulse city crawling with cops on the take, crooks on the make, genetically engineered supersoldiers, and hundreds of thousands of plain folks just hanging on by a thread to the sputtering engine that was once the all-powerful American economy . . .

November 12, 2021: My name is Logan Cale—though whoever finds this material will undoubtedly know me better as Eyes Only. In the years after the Pulse struck, greed, corruption, and cruelty exploded on a scale I never before imagined possible. Something had to be done.

I began working as an investigative journalist to expose the truth, but the truth brought a lot of enemies out of the woodwork. So I went undercover, and EYES ONLY was born. For years, with the help of a lot of good people, we’ve uncovered many wrongs and made them right. No matter what the dangers, this work needs to survive, and continue . . . especially some of the more explosive facts still need to be revealed. Facts concerning the Grand Coulee massacre, the secret government program known as The Phoenix Project, and the Conclave’s breeding program, to name but a few.

Putting these documents together in one place poses a big risk—not just to the corrupt, but to the innocent as well. Yet the chance that these truths might remain unspoken is an even bigger risk.

People may die, but the
truth must live on.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780307519290
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 6/10/2009
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 192
  • Sales rank: 913,631
  • File size: 13 MB
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Like a relentless boxer, rain beat down on the city, first
jabbing with sharp needles, then smacking Seattle with huge
fat drops that hit like haymakers, the barrage punctuated by
the ominous rumble of thunder and the eerie flash of lightning.

An unmarked black car drew to a stop in a rat-infested
Sector Three alley, the rain rattling the metal roof like
machine-gun fire. Two men in dark suits climbed out, to be
instantly drenched, though neither seemed to notice. Each
wore a radio earplug with a short microphone bent toward
his mouth.

Sage Thompson--the man who'd emerged from the passenger's
side--was relieved that the headsets, at least,
seemed to be waterproof. In their coat pockets, each man
carried one of the new portable thermal imagers that, just
this week, had become standard equipment. Thompson--
barely six feet, almost skinny at 180 pounds--wondered if
water-tightness was among the gizmo's various high-tech
bells and whistles.

Water sluiced down the alley in a torrent that seemed to
express the sky's anger, eventually bubbling over the edge of
a rusty grate maybe ten yards in front of them. Thompson
was forced to jump the stream and his feet nearly slid out
from under him as he landed and bumped into a triangle of
garbage cans, sending them crashing into each other, creating
a din that rivaled the storm's, his hands flying wide to
help maintain his balance. Then his hands dropped back to
his sides, the one holding his flashlight clanging off the imager
in his coat pocket, the other moving to make sure his
pistol was still secure in its holster on his belt.

The hefty man who'd been driving--Cal Hankins--shone
his flashlight in Thompson's face, huffed once, and eased
around a dumpster that looked like it hadn't been emptied
since before the Pulse. Moving slowly ahead, their flashlights
sweeping back and forth over the brick hulk in front
of them, the two men finally halted in front of what had once
been a mullioned window.

The interior of the six-story brick building--an abandoned
warehouse, Thompson surmised--seemed a black
hole waiting to devour them without so much as a belch.
Next to Thompson, his partner Hankins swept a flashlight
through one of the broken panes, painting the rainy night
with slow, even strokes. Darkness surrendered only brief
glimpses of the huge first-floor room as it swallowed up the

"You sure this is the right place?" Hankins asked gruffly.

There was no fear in the man's voice--Thompson sensed
only that his partner didn't want his time wasted. At forty,
bucket-headed Hankins--the senior partner of the duo--
wore his blondish hair in a short brush cut that revealed only
a wisp or two of gray. His head rested squarely on his shoulders,
without apparent benefit of a neck, and he stood nearly
six-three, weighing in (Thompson estimated) at over 230.
But the man wasn't merely fat--there was enough gristle
and muscle and bone in there to make Hankins formidable.

Still, Thompson knew their boss--that nasty company
man, Ames White, a conscienceless yuppie prick if there
ever was one--had been all over Hankins about his weight
and rode the older guy mercilessly about it. Though he knew
better than to ever say it out loud, Thompson considered
White the worst boss in his experience--which was saying

White was smart, no doubting that, but he had a sarcastic
tongue and a whiplash temper that Thompson had witnessed
enough times to know he should keep his mouth shut and his
head low.

"This is the right place, all right," Thompson said, raising
his voice over the battering rain. "Dispatch said the thermal
imager team picked up a transgenic in the market in
Sector Four."

"This is Sector Three."

"Yeah--they followed him here before they lost him."

Hankins shook his head in disgust. "Then why the fuck
ain't they lookin' for him, then? What makes us the clean-up
crew for their sorry asses?"

These questions were rhetorical, Thompson knew, though
they did have answers, the same answer in fact: Ames White.

And Hankins spent much of his time bitching about
White, behind the boss's back, of course. But they both
knew it was only a matter of time before White found a way
to get rid of Hankins ...

. . . and then Thompson would have to break in a new
partner, possibly one even younger than himself. Then he
would be the old-timer. The thought made him cringe.

Not exactly a kid at twenty-seven, Thompson was the antithesis
of Hankins: the younger man seemed like a long-neck
bottle standing next to the pop-top beer can that was
his partner. Married to his college sweetheart, Melanie, and
with a new baby daughter, Thompson was the antithesis of
Hankins in terms of home life, as well: the gristled bulldog
had been divorced twice and had three or four kids he never
saw and didn't really seem to give a damn about.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 18, 2014

    How many...

    ...pages does this book have? Is it a full novel? Is it worth the money to buy it?

    I await answers :)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 3, 2013


    Wow. LOVE IT KATE!!! :) For names, maybe Brooklyn (Brooke for short) and Andrew (Drew for short). Or if you want to go long and Hawiian (for girl) Liliivilahua. (Pronounved Lee-lee-ee-vy-lay-hoo-ah) Lili for short. Another boy name could be Cory. Keep writing!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 3, 2013


    Luv it. Maybe Lexi and Jonas.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 30, 2013

    Ordinary Day prolouge

    "I hate you!" Elle yelled at her ex over the phone. "You cheater! Stop calling me!" She hung up and threw her phone onto her bed. She ploped down and started crying. Never had she ever felt rhis way before. Her boyfriend had been caught kissing Ari in an empty classroom. Elle hated Ari. In the second grade Ari always did things better than she did. Its been like that ever since. She was pretty though. Dark brown hair dyed blonde at the tips. She had wonderful brown eyes that seemed so innocent. But the thing Elle hated most was that she had to "attract" every boy in the school. Like Derik. Who was the guy Elle just broke up with... Elle found herself in a dream. She always had this dream. She was playing the loveliest song on the piano while watching Derik smile at her. But this was different. Now the song had turned dark and all she saw was Derik kissing Ari... she woke up quickly. It was dark in her room but she did not remember turning the lights out. She sat up and turned her head. Before she turned it more a hand was placed over her mouth and she heard a gun click by the side of her head. More tears came out her eyes. "Shh" came a voice. She closed her eyes as she felt her hands being tied behind her back. A moment later she was blacked out and the only this she could do was stay there and wait to see what morning will bring. ((Hey ppl. I am sorry i did not write more. It is kate here and im tired so i hope you enjoyed this. Btw i need 2 more names. A name for a girl and a name for a boy. See ya.))

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 15, 2003

    interesting format

    It was an interesting format, but didn't clear up any of the mysteries left at the end of the television series.

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