When a soldier returns from the moon colony wars, ravaged and worried about his missing wife, Cybil's gut warns her to pass. Recalling her own days in service, Cybil decides to help Benjamin Satou's locate his other half. The small fact that Satou's a cyborg, a military secret and ethics nightmare only makes her want to walk away from the case even more. Her curiosity gets the better of her in this fast-paced, futuristic pulp thriller.Cybil decides to do all she can to get the two lovers, Reunited.Excerpt:"Who are you?" the inhuman voice demanded. Gloved hands slung the cannon around narrow shoulders clothed in the moon colony's spacesuit style."Cybil Lewis," I replied, not even trying to hide my identity. With my laser gun and its holster hung up back in the D.C. Quadrant on Earth, I wouldn't be able to lie my way out of this one. No gun, so no threatening him into submission. Layers of nylon cotton blend kept me warm despite the frigid manufactured moon air, but the dread piling into my belly—it burned. The snitch's tip that Charlotte Satou was here had been suspect to begin with.This ambush confirmed it.I glared at the Southeast Territories Marine. The Southeast Territories' tentacles stretched into everything.So it didn't surprise me when I spotted the SE Marine badge stitched onto his shoulder. Yes, they would be in bed with the EuroRepublic's conglomerate of greed and nasal accents.The tint on the visor shielded his face. Was it a robot? The moon colony wars had plowed on for over fifteen years now, so it wouldn't surprise me if they'd gone to using robots because the supply of humans had thinned out.On second thought, no, the being behind the weapon breathed out and in, his ventilation mask unable to successfully strip that away. He carried the plasma cannon like he'd been born with it. But his stance bordered on sloppy."What are you doing here?" he asked."I can't tell you that. You want my telemonitor's IP address? That you can have," I said, giving him a grin I used to seduce potential clients. "As to anything else, well, you can't have it.""I can take it," he leered."You can try."With sternness riding through me, I stared at that visor, daring him to carry through the bluff.Yeah, I was many things, but a blabbermouth wasn't one of them.