The story is an explosive cocktail mixed by the author to drink in one gulp.
Ingredients? Action. Mystery. Spy story. Traces of science fiction.
With two unforgettable characters: Cyclonette, a sexy and dynamic agent of the Special Affairs Dept., and her antagonist G. Hunt, famous scientist, called the Wizard for his unusual powers.
The plot is an explosion of astonishing events, from the frantic search for the terrific Red Sky project through China and Russia to the hi-tech marvels of the Wizard, from the great passions to the final struggle.
Cyclonette vs. the Wizard. It's a match to the bitter end. Because Supermind, the fabulous invention of the Wizard and his Bright Dawn plan are a danger for mankind.
Who'll be the winner?
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She felt uneasy. It was the waiting. She didn’t like being kept waiting very long, even if she was about be received by the President in person.
She tried to settle into a more comfortable position on the nineteenth century couch and stretched her legs on the plush carpet.
She concentrated on the lacunar ceiling, then glanced absentmindedly at some colonial style furniture.
The objects took on an air of solemnity in the dimness of the room, due to a peculiar play of light.
She got up, took a few steps around a huge walnut table, then stopped in front of an old picture over the unlit fireplace.
She looked around the room and felt uncomfortable again.
She wondered why the White House seemed so unwelcoming.
A hand was laid for a moment on her shoulder. Cyclonette spun round.
The President tried to smile at her, showing long, yellowish teeth.
His face was serious, drawn.. The shadow of an obstinate beard showed against his pale skin just like in TV. From close up he looked older than his age.
He looked appraisingly over Cyclonette’s agile body, her long ash-blonde hair which fell softly over her shoulders and her cold blue eyes.
He seemed to appreciate what he saw. He tried smiling again, but without much success.
- Glad to meet you, Cyclonette – he said almost warmly – Mr. Kennan speaks very highly of you. Can I fix you a drink?
- Thank you, mr. President. I need something to warm me up. It’s pretty damp in here – replied the girl, smiling.
- You’re right, dear. The White House is a bit damp – agreed the President – Come here, Cyclonette. I’ll fix you some real good champagne.