Clone Trooper Hardcase Novels & Stories

Grace stepped off the buggy and approached the mound. Ava scanned the terrain with a hand-held device. “There’s a sensor grid underneath the topsoil. Very advanced. But see this?” She pointed at a faint shimmer in the air. “That’s a holographic barrier. Cloaking tech. We’re standing right on top of the entrance.” Quinn grinned, pulling out a small disk from her vest. “Time to knock politely.” A soft explosion followed, muffled like a breath. Sand fell away, revealing a steel hatch sunk into the earth. Kadeem crouched beside it and pulled out a pulse scanner.

I mutter, hatred still flowing through my veins instead of blood. I wrap the garrotte wire tighter across my hands, getting into stance as my eyes follow a subtle movement from the bushes. The signal is a howl from Ryker. Ragnar has us all briefed. My hands are covered in a pair of knuckle dusters. I had my leather jacket over my gear, which was actually a crop top and slick black pants that allowed me to move around, a utility belt with a series of knives strapped to it, and military boots. A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes.

he screamed, boots kicking uselessly against the lower cabinets. I kept the trophy pressed against his throat with my right hand, ripping open the Velcro pocket on his tactical vest with my left. Inside, I found a small, thick plastic case. It held a high-speed professional memory card, the tiny gold connectors catching the blue moonlight. I pulled it out, dropping the case to the floor. I held the small black card between thumb and forefinger, right in front of his blinking eyes. Then, I squeezed. The plastic card gave a crisp, dry snap, the microchips fracturing into tiny gray dust particles between my fingers. I tossed the broken pieces onto his chest.

Finally, after twenty minutes of relentless coding under his intense touch, the compiler flashed a bright green success message. TROJAN HORSE PACKAGE COMPLETE: PLAYBOOK_DECOY_FINAL.DAT STATUS: WAITING FOR HOST D******D ACCEPTANCE "It's ready," I panted, my forehead resting lightly against Karius’s cheek as I stared at the screen. My glasses were slightly crooked, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "All I have to do is hit 'Upload'. His script will execute the transfer, and he'll store the corrupted file directly onto his personal drive."

Reeds rustled in the wind, sounding like dry whispers. "Welcome to the Zone," Marcus grunted, checking the seal on his heavy helmet. He looked like a juggernaut, his massive frame encased in black armor plates. They unloaded the gear. A pair of rigid-hull inflatable boats. Crates of ammo. And the specialized containment unit for the Titan Heart.

“I’m at the pack house with Kev. There are six warriors with us holding down the fort. Sam left to go into the city. Apparently, the rogues are using that as a staging point. She was going to pull the warriors and try to hit them there.” Taking a breath, I grabbed a drill and just drilled into the plastic of the crate. After about seven random screws, I threw the drill and tossed the tire iron and crowbar into the empty space next to me. The wires were still sticking out of the bottom and I grabbed them, putting two together. The beast of the ZL1 special edition V8 roared to life and I slammed the door shut next to me. You could see how the door locked since I’d taken the inner panels off. “

The only reason I remained standing on my feet was because Niole walked over to me and pulled me in for a hug. "We are doing all we can for the both of them. I am not going to let them go without a fight of my own," Nicole reassured me and I knew that she would do everything she could. She was, after all, the best doctor in the pack and that's why so many people wanted to see her. She had even stitched up a rogue or two for her son before Jayson let the rogue go under the promise that they wouldn't be caught anywhere near our land again. It was a strange system, but something about it worked because we rarely saw rogues around our territory.

"The master junction box is completely smashed. Our unit requires the vanguard engineering squad to weld a fresh grid, and the repair will drain an entire hour." "Zero anxiety required. My personal laptop has already cloned the extracted surveillance footage onto an encrypted drive. My wolf can audit the frames at a later interval," Troy answers, packing his combat rig into his tactical vest and checking the timer on his wrist. "My current directive is to escort the warlord's mate straight to the medical clinic."

I went into my bathroom and took my shower, the water calmed me down, I walk out of the shower to my closet to pick my clothes for work, I had a VIP patient to attend to today, and by the look of things I was gonna be late if I don't hurry, since I spent my night dreaming, I picked a black trouser with a blue shirt as I quickly got dressed. This particular VIP patient of mine had an accident during a game, he was devastated and thought he couldn't go back to playing again, but luckily I and my team were able to bring him out of his depression, that is with his cooperation, because when he learnt that with time he could go back to the game, he wanted everything to work fast, but after much en

He asked, his eyes searching for any injury but thankfully she was unharmed as Anusha shield her but she was stuck with her mother. “Calm down baby, daddy is here,” he reassured their crying daughter, his voice a mix of urgency and comfort as he struggled to release himself from the tangled seatbelt. Harsh was forcefully dragged out of the car and was mercilessly thrown to the ground, the impact knocking the breath out of him. Before he could gather his bearings, a powerful kick struck his back, causing him to collapse with a pained grunt.