Let yourself take on a sexy adventurous read, walk on the sensual dark side of human adventure through the shadows
of your mind. And, challenge your senses of the normal versus the paranormal, and the abnormal. Accept the quest,
get onboard and discover Angels Keep Watch – The Transformation Begins.

Angels Keep Watch – The Transformation Begins is the first in the serial adventures of Dr. Sterling Striffe’s, spy,
adventurer and mercenary. To save the world and protect America, it is a tale of a heroic quest in the confrontation
between ‘good versus evil’, within the realm of a ‘Spy-Fi’ fantasy. A daring flirtation with the dark side of human nature,
in an opportunistic world of deception, Striffe’s adventure chases shadowy demonic specters of human motives. For the
characters, reality merges with the wickedness in the shadows of hidden desires, by which seduction entices the
challenges in the ‘strife of life’.
“We’ve been hit!” Rusty cursed loudly. “Evasive action, boys. No Mayday signal today. Taking hits. We’re going down.”
Another series of curses came from the cockpit. “Somebody has shot Belle. They will pay for this.” She called the
hidden assassin by an assortment of nasty names.

Her expertise was extraordinary. She guided the wounded chopper toward the lake’s surface with exceptional skill. Old
Belle was falling fast. She knew as well as we did that pilots take the worst of it. I am sure the thought crossed her
mind, but she never showed it or even said anything. “Don’t worry, boys.” She swallowed heavily, holding back a small
tear. “I’ll get you down safe.” She knew Belle was mortally wounded. “She’ll take care of us to the end.”

“High-powered sniper rifle, eleven o’clock low, on the beach,” the Colonel said with a grim look and hardly any vocal
inflection. “Expect the unexpected,” he said, completely unmoved by it all. He was calm as always.

I grabbed the armrests after tightening my seat harness.

Old Belle, as all helicopters, was vulnerable to ground gunfire. The main and tail rotors were sensitive to any dam-age.
Alarms were going off in the cockpit. Lights were flashing on the control panel, smoke was rising from the electronics,
and Rusty frantically tried to deal with each situation. Wiring and electronics began to malfunction as sparks jumped
from circuit boards. Noises echoed everywhere. From a distance, forces in the sky kept watch.

This is not good, I thought to myself. How high up are we? It was hard to see in the darkness of the early morning
hours. The moon was no help. Clouds hid its silvery light.

Wolves howled in the pitch-blackness of the shadows. No doubt, the were-beasts were celebrating a presumed victory
of sorts in the hollow realm between light and dim realities.

We were crashing as though a roller coaster had reached the top of the tracks and was making a descent into
madness. My stomach tightened. I felt a vacant feeling of emptiness and regretful anticipation. I never did like those
rides at the fair. Not the Ferris wheel or the roller coaster. They all made me nauseous. Rusty teased me sometimes
about these things.

“Brace for impact,” Rusty called out, turning slightly to give us warning. “This is going to hurt.” She cursed again.
Rusty worked hard to keep the craft under control. “I’m aiming for the lake. We’re going hit hard. I’ll get us as close to
shore as possible. Belle will hold together, don’t worry.”

Aiming for the lake? It was a big lake. How could she miss the water?

Blue Belle was spinning out of control, but Rusty continued to manage the descent. And she was good.

A boat with no running lights came out fast from shore. The whole area was black, except for a few dim lights from
scattered home sites.

We hit the surface. It was hard just as she predicted.

Rusty let out a scream and was thrown forward violently. Immediately, she was knocked unconscious by the wind-
shield. The main rotors broke apart and flew dangerously in several directions.

Both the Colonel and I were bounced around like a couple of rubber balls as we strained against the safety
harnesses. Within the flash of an instant, he unbuckled and came out of his seat, slashing my restraints with his boot
knife. He turned toward the cockpit as water rushed in fast all around us. Blue Belle headed for the bottom.

I kicked a manual lever, and the side hatch flew open. My .45 was ready in hand. We stared at each other for a
second. One of us would go after Rusty and the other would watch for the boat.

“Take a defensive position and cover us, Jack,” he ordered. “I’ll get Rusty.” There was no toss of a coin here. It was in
the tone of his voice. He charged forward and started cutting her loose. At the same, he checked her vital signs.
“Rusty,” he called out. “Can you hear me? Please answer.”

No response came.
Reviews for Angels Keep Watch
Excerpt for Angels Keep Watch
-R. Gonzalez "Dr. Gonzo"

It's an adventurous and fun read, non-stop action, exciting characters. A different perspective on the human struggle in
facing good versus evil.


Fantastic read! Would recommend to anyone!
Fiction-Sci-Fi/Spy Romantic Mystery
Whimsical Publications,
LLC/paperback, 588 pages
Jan 2013

ISBN-13: 978-1-936167-74-6
Angels Keep Watch
Randy Gonzalez
Whimsical Publications, LLC
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