Antz Colonel Cutter Novels & Stories

Can I choose myself this time? ***** “Colonel Serafina of Abatan state’s battalion, we brush and clash for freedom!” “Colonel Austin Franco of Halsema state’s battalion, we serve and defend no matter what happens!” “Colonel Dayanara of Ampusungan state’s battalion; our homeland, our pride, we will fight!” “Colonel Tymir of Naguey state’s battalion; we show no mercy, we attack at the price of victory!”

It immediately began swinging its hammer - and it came close enough for the captain to hear and feel its vibrations. He did his absolute best to keep out their path. One hammer wooshed by, and just barely missed. He quickly slammed his shield into the Hussar, which pushed it back a few meters. At the same time, he engaged his reverse thrusters and fell back from his enemy. The colonel appeared on the captain’s comms display. A wicked grin was plastered on her face. “So you’re in charge of this little mess?” she said. “I suppose you did well, for a rat anyway. Not like it’s gonna change your fate!”

I opened the door and stepped out into the downpour. The wind off the river was vicious, carrying the bitter scent of low-tide salt and diesel fuel. At the end of the concrete pier, the sixty-foot sleek, matte-black hull of the executive transport cutter was visible, its twin diesel engines already churning the dark water into a white, frothing foam as it strained against its heavy nylon mooring lines. And there, standing on the slick concrete of the boarding ramp, was Vance.

A third attacker, using the flashbang’s chaos to approach from a perpendicular service aisle. This one was on Anton. He was big, fast, and he didn’t have a gun drawn—he had a telescopic baton in one hand, a knife in the other. Silent take-down. Up close. Anton’s brain, fogged by pain and disorientation, clicked into a cold, hyper-focused gear. The submachine gun was useless at this range, in his state. He let it clatter to the ground. His eyes darted around his immediate vicinity. Nothing. Just wet asphalt and…

Nonetheless, just as I was about to go on a rampage, Colonel Laura intervened in time, elaborating on our operations and stopping the infighting. We felt encouraged once again at the colonel’s words, and my mood improved. I was sure a dutiful Navy officer wouldn’t sacrifice recruits so lightly, though she may be so beautiful that I couldn’t resist trusting her. Fortunately, each speedboat also had a captain assigned to it, and the burly veteran assigned to my division appeared very experienced.

and threatened to marry it if it fired true in battle. And then— The chaotic vegetables arrived. Again. “We brought snacks!” shouted Carrotina, rolling onto a crate. “We ARE the snacks,” muttered Broccolini. “Don’t eat us, you fools.” Anton the Ant stood on top of a helmet and began giving orders to the werewolf platoon, yelling something about flanking strategies and artillery lines like a six-legged Napoleon. “I SWEAR TO THE GODS,” yelled General Vance, “WHY IS THE CARROT SHOUTING AT MY SOLDIERS AGAIN?”

“He hadn’t yet pulled the trigger. I was less than three minutes from getting him to surrender.” “Or being dead, because he didn’t look ready to raise a white flag to me. So stop bitching. It’s done. He’s dead. If you’d rather, next time I won’t save your life. Hell, I wouldn’t have this time except Brea begged me.” “What?” Cutter looked like his head was about to spin off into another dimension. “She asked me to make sure you came home in one piece. I did. Now I’m leaving.” The colonel approached and clapped him on the back. “I’ll take care of the red tape from here. We’ll call you if we need anything, but Gaines and I both saw the whole thing. There shouldn’t be too many questions.”