Arcadia's Children 2: The Fyfield Plantation
by Andrew R WilliamsPublish: Feb 01, 2019Series: Arcadia's ChildrenCrime Fiction Thriller Action & Adventure Science Fiction Fantasy Teen & Young AdultBook Overview
Continuing the story line of Arcadia’s Children: Samantha’s Revenge, this futuristic sci-fi tale brings back Mick Tarmy and a cast of characters guaranteed to create a fascinating journey to destroy a plantation dedicated to growing zuka milk, which produces a powerful narcotic street drug. The Great Ones, who use the drug to raise funds for their war against humanity, will go to any lengths to stop Mick, his cohorts Claire Hyndman and Nonie Tomio, from their mission. Journey through a world filled with aliens, robots and clones in this book that is a cracking good read for all ages.Arcadia's Children 2: The Fyfield plantation is the second in the Arcadia's Children Series
After Irrelevant dies when an Arcadian plesiosaur takes him in a death roll, Ed Pushley’s mind is taken over by Irrelavant’s spirit.
Under Irrelevant's malign influence, Pushley makes reports to Midwain Intelligence and bounty hunters arrive on Arcadia intent on killing Mick Tarmy and enslaving Claire Hyndman.
With Pushley working against them and the bounty hunters chasing them, can Mick Tarmy, Claire Hyndman and Nonie Tomio escape from Cittavecchia?
If they do escape, can they get away without attracting the attention of Samantha, the Great Ones and the bounty hunters?
Tarmy and his friends have made enemies of them all and will need lots of help from Alex their TK5 'minder' to make a clean break.
Who can they trust?
Who else will help them?
EXTRACT FROM BOOK
Other than a faint glow and hum of electronic equipment coming from one of the dive boat cockpits and the rotating radar antenna high above, everywhere seemed quiet and lifeless.
Worse, with the external lighting deliberately turned off to conserve power and the thick fog still swirling in from the river, moving around the dive boats was difficult. Even the powerful handheld torch Ed Pushley was carrying didn’t help much.
Once he’d carefully worked his way along one of the gangplanks connecting the boats, Pushley glanced around furtively. Satisfied that no one was watching, he let himself into a small store-room.
Squeezing in, he closed the door and ran his torch around the inside of the store. He suffered a brief heart- stopping moment when the torch picked out the fluorescent flashes on a safety jacket, “God! Who’s that?”
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