Angles of Attack (Frontlines, #3)

by Marko Kloos

I’ve never seen six of our Shrikes make a coordinated attack run together, and it’s nothing short of awe inspiring, the fist of a god coming down on a gathering of hapless sinners.

It all seems so trite all of a sudden—simulators, canned Network shows bundled for fleet personnel who may be on deployment for a show’s entire Earthside run, pool and gaming holotables, and dozens of other ways for stressed-out warfighters to turn off their brains and find some diversion. All this stuff seems pointless now, with most of the fleet gone and the solar system under siege by a near-unbeatable enemy.