Aot Garrison Novels & Stories

Garrison could see everything from where he was seated, he saw her dancing with a well-dressed, mama's boy. By the time Pauline and her new "friend" were ready to leave Garrison had already downed five shots of tequila, so he was feeling pretty good. He watched them leave, paid for his tab and then followed them out. He followed to a nearby sleazy motel. When they entered their room Garrison turned down a nearby alley, where he found a discarded butterfly knife. He inspected it and found that there was a chip in the blade. It was perfect for what he was about to do.

"The 12th Garrison?" Adam asked, his expression one of deep thought, "How were you alerted to the convoy's demise?" "Generally we track the progress from the 11th garrison at the receiving end through the Ravine with spotters from our garrison. We hadn't heard from the spotters for longer than was normal, and had begun to mobilize a search party." Greyson explained calmly, "They were about to leave when a group of Aurochs, that we know are used for transport there, entered the bottom of the valley in a panicked state."

The carriage began to move through a small military outpost with Imperial soldiers on every corner. “ This is Fort Darius. I was afraid we would stop here,” Arai muttered as she looked at the various stone buildings. “ This is where Calypso houses her prisoners, pits them against each other.” The carriages continued along a cobblestone path passing barracks, a blacksmith shop, an armory, and a horse stable before stopping in a wide-open area.

Now it was just wind, empty fields, and the occasional burned-out outpost. “First garrison’s 20 miles east,” Ryn said, checking the map. “Garrison 7. Captain’s name is Varn. Human. Loyal to Thorne, but he respects the Crown.” Kade sniffed the air. “No smoke. No blood. Good sign.” They reached Garrison 7 by noon. The gates opened before they knocked. Captain Varn stood there, 40 years old, scar across his jaw, eyes sharp. He looked at Kade, then at Ryn, then at the wagons.

* Is his reply before he cuts the link. Is that true, is he always thinking about me? We finally arrive at the location, our car and Mike’s car are parked across the road, and the other warriors park down the street out of sight. We sit here for hours watching the people come in and out. The first and second floor is home to a nightclub. The third floor is where the lock boxes are securely kept within the bank. The fourth-floor houses numerous offices and the fifth floor, if I remember correctly from word of mouth, is where Garrison stays when he is here.

As such, Sotiria sent Naomi to kindergarten the next day. Garrison had 37 companies. In the past, he used to stay in Rothesay, so he had naturally set up headquarters in Rothesay. Now, since he had moved to Bay City, he would have to gradually transfer his headquarters to Bay City. Hence, after his arrival in Bay City, Garrison became even busier than when he was in Rothesay. He began leaving the house and coming home late from the next day of their arrival. Sotiria stayed at home, taking Naomi to school and picking her up, painting, and living a leisurely and cozy life.

They were far enough away to not be overheard but close enough to still be within the garrison grounds. Linus leaned forward against the newly erected fence and glanced around the frozen pasture they let the horses out into during the day. “It turns out that there are several craftsmen staying at Athelney that my father brought to help us build our garrison faster. A ‘mating gift’, he called it. They’re the reason he came so early to visit, that and to check if I’m treating Skye right. More people to coordinate, more mouths to feed. But the garrison will be built a lot faster. It rubs me the wrong way to accept that kind of help but I can’t turn it down either. We aren’t builders, for all th

By the time Victor arrived at the Astrian garrison headquarters, the Astrian garrison was already waiting for him in full battle formation. However, the special mechs weren't there. After all, they still didn't know if a fight would actually break out. If it didn't, using the one-time-use mechs now would be a waste. "Whoa! Quite a show, huh?" Victor scoffed. The Astrian garrison headquarters had nearly 10,000 people. 10,000 was no small number. Bear in mind, these were 10,000 people who were all armed. Victor didn't approach rashly. He would be fighting 10,000 people, so it wouldn't hurt to be careful.

"He's there. In the upper floors where he knew we wouldn't look carefully." "It's a guess," Marco said carefully. "It's all we have." Kayden was already moving toward the exit. "Get everyone to the Garrison. Now. And this time, we search every goddamn inch. The Garrison Hotel had been beautiful once. Now it was a skeleton, windows broken, facade crumbling, danger signs plastered across the boarded-up entrance. Our team assembled outside—every available man, heavily armed, wearing tactical gear. "He knows we're coming," I said as we prepared to breach.

“I'm certain you still haven't found anything.” Garrison nodded. His expression shifted slightly, as if he felt useless. “I conducted another thorough sweep, but there’s still nothing.” Fabrizio was not surprised. “You’ve done well. It isn’t your fault,” he said, before changing the subject. 'I want you to prepare an elite team. Arrange everything as quickly as possible. They will be stationed at the Aurelion Residence from tonight onwards.” Garrison nodded firmly. “Understood. Does Alpha have any other specific requests?”