By Charlie Cochet
Suite de Contre vents et marées
THIRDS, tome 2
Quand une série de bombes explosent dans un Centre de Jeunesse Therian, blessant les membres du THIRDS de l’équipe damaging Delta, et provoquant un désaccord entre les brokers Dexter J. Daley et Sloane Brodie, l. a. paix semble most unlikely à atteindre.
Plus encore quand un nouveau groupe semant l. a. terreur, l’Ordre d’Adrasteia a toujours l’air d’avoir une longueur d’avance. Avec l. a. panique et l’intolérance qui se propagent, et les rues jonchées de l. a. propagande de l’Ordre, l’hostilité entre humains et Therians croît à mesure que les jours passent. Dex et Sloane, avec le reste de l’équipe, sont déterminés à faire tomber l’Ordre et à rétablir los angeles paix, sans parler de régler un différend body of workers.
Mais plus l’équipe s’investit dans l’enquête sur les attentats, plus ils croient à un motif plus sinistre que le easy désir de répandre le sang et semer le chaos.
Quand il découvre l’horrible vérité derrière les intentions de l’Ordre, Sloane est forcé de faire face aux secrets and techniques d’un passé qu’il pensait avoir à tout jamais laissé derrière lui, un passé qui pourrait non seulement le détruire, ainsi que sa carrière, mais aussi l. a. réputation de l’organisation qui a fait de lui ce qu’il est aujourd’hui. Maintenant plus que jamais, Dex et Sloane ont besoin l’un de l’autre, et, avec l. a. confiance, los angeles strength de leur lien fera l. a. différence entre l. a. justice et l. a. guerre totale.
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