Clone Trooper Hardcase Novels & Stories

I say. He rewinds it, playing it slower, frame by frame. “Go after the impact.” I say, the truck pulls away, fast Like nothing happened. “Enhance it,” the hacker's fingers move quickly. Image sharpens, and then details become clearer, and the truck model becomes clearer. “That's a Collins - series Obsidian,” he mutters, "I know that. “ Military-grade reinforcement.” I lean forward slightly, eyes narrowing, “How many exist?” “Fifty, maybe less , all the registered,”

“You’re too soft-hearted. That’s why this lunatic keeps clinging to you. Honestly, after the first time he smashed the car, you should’ve sent him straight to jail!” “Exactly. I’ve never seen such a bold adulterer!” Heather’s gaze shifted slightly. However, when she noticed Skye standing behind me like a bodyguard, her face instantly turned cold. “Ethan, do you really want this to end so badly that nobody can walk away from it?” I looked at her mockingly. “The one who won’t be able to walk away in the end might not be me.” I glanced around. Several people had set up cameras and started livestreaming. Without another word, I grabbed the hammer Skye handed me and swung it hard at the freshly r

I said. We reached the ferry side. Los Mar looked like a place where secrets hid in the light. It smelled of beer and fish. Jose sat at the counter, a big man with a scar by his cheek. He brushed us off at first, then watched as Hae-Jae talked money. He shrugged and told us where locker 47 was. We waited. The locker was rusted and dusty. I opened it with the code. Inside was a hard drive in a black case. The little machine hummed like a captured insect.

My boots crunch on gravel, each step echoing in my ears. We turn a corner, and there it is — the number that matches the GPS ping. Container 47-B. It's parked on a trailer, with two men in black jackets standing guard, rifles slung over their shoulders. The boy is in there. I can feel it. Cassian pushes me back into the shadows, his fingers gripping my arm. He whispers close to my ear, the warmth of his breath caressing my skin. "We catch them fast, silently. If they call in backup—"

There's no hint of such terrible activity here, which allows Trent to focus on his mission without worry. As Trent reaches the end of the hallway, he turns left into the shop he seeks. Inside, the shelves are filled with crates containing various weapons, including lazerarms, light spears, crystal induction daggers, and other items restricted by governments but crucial for a traveler's survival. To blend in, Trent hovers back and feigns interest in a crystal dagger while waiting for the merchant to finish with his current customer. He observes a signed conversation taking place, reminding himself of the danger of eavesdropping in such a place.

Leaving the pack territory wasn’t something we did under two conditions only; it was absolutely necessary or you got kicked out and no one had ever got kicked out, not to my knowledge at least. Mustering my courage, I did what no other pack member had willingly done. Crossing into the woods felt odd like I’d crossed into another world. I was still reeling from that novel experience when I heard someone, a male voice, yell. I raced towards the sound when I saw movement up ahead. In a clearing in the woods, I saw three figures, one was on their knees, and on closer look, it looked like a man clutching at his neck which was oozing blood.

A huge truck came out of nowhere from his left forcing him to stop the car abruptly making a screeching noise as he held out his arm to keep his mom safe from hitting the dashboard. As soon as the car stopped he realized that he got hurt as blood dripped down his forehead. "Are you alright, mom?" Hunter asked, looking at Emma making sure she wasn't injured. Her eyes were wide as she gave a nod. Hunter glanced at the truck and his eyes narrowed at the driver who got out of the car. That driver's eyes turned golden and Hunter knew he was about to shift. In the blink of an eye, he yanked the gun from under his seat and aimed at that shifting werewolf.

The one who had shed many innocent blood in Los Bahamas for people like Bob Joker. Bruce had large brown eyes and thick black eyebrows. There were two thin scars across the bridge of his nose. His mouth was a thick line, the lips pale. He could drive the wagon with just only one hand and still be shooting at them with the other hand. While the other trooper whose name they have not mentioned yet, was busy loading up the guns down at the back seat. None of them were casually chatting with each other probably because none of them care to chat right now. The second trooper was a little bit heftier than Bruce and he equally appeared to be very tough too; with a thick neck and a nose that had bee

What seemed like forever I began to hear a huge commotion coming down the hall with suitcases. “Open up Thaddeus, Roman. Open this damn door NOW!” The two girls said. Twins, possibly? The two girls were almost completely identical but parted their hair on different sides. With long Sandy blond hair and green eyes they were drop gorgeous. Their lean bodies and tight clothes left nothing to the imagination. Except when I looked closer and it was a handgun. Poking out the back of their tight leggings was what appeared to be a pink 9mm. Impressive. If I wasn’t the type to wait for my fated mate I would totally go for these two.