Clone Trooper Hardcase Novels & Stories

The water, black and unwelcoming, ripples sluggishly, assorted unsavoury-looking objects bobbing at the surface. "No, thanks... How are you planning on getting inside? I'm assuming you weren't planning on the front door." "No. He probably has the back covered too." "Fire escape?" Klempner shrugs, noncommittally. "Maybe." "So, what then?" He brandishes the wooden carrycase he's been toting since he first arrived with his armoury. "And that is...?" He kneels, unclipping the case. It opens into two halves, lying flat, to reveal inside what looks like a gun, sort of, and various components, nested into hollows in packing foam.

Other doors led to a bedroom and a small bathroom with a shower cubicle. Overall the place was spartan and simple, but it had several home comforts, ranging from a unit with several hundred DVD's in it, a couple of laptop computers and a bookcase full of classics. In the security room there was a couple of cabinets, and Connor found the keys in a drawer. The first contained a selection of pistols, shotguns and rifles, along with ammo, body armour, torches, batteries and a pair of night-vision goggles. The other cabinet contained cases and cases of DVD's, each marked with a serial number.

The whole place had a pulse of excitement and anticipation. The tailors gave me the clothes for tonight. It is a three-piece suit made from wool that matches our eye color, blue, and silver. They embroidered the sleeves with symbols of our pack, the triskele. “Alarick!” I shouted as a lot of werewolves also occupied the tavern. “Ylva’s looking for you.” Alarick nodded and went in my direction. He looks like a busy merchant trying to greet all his emptor. “Let her be. She knows her way around.”

I search for something that might be of help in my mess. The 5-ton military camping truck that Detective Andrews ingeniously turned into a beast-killing machine was sturdy and impenetrable. They coated the whole-body case of the improvised truck with silver. The roof has turned into a small garden filled with the poisonous wolfbane shrubs. I have tried my immunity to silver, but wolfbane has not been tested yet. The only possible way in was through the “explosion-proof glass windshield where I can visibly see Detective Andrews smirking devilishly down at me.

A desperate junkie or some bored hacker could breach most security systems. By this time, the rain had cleared up, what was left was just the eerie reddish glow of the base level’s lighting and the faint rays of the dome’s artificial sun. The two went through an alley that cut to the other side, the Triads gave the two a nervous look as they walked towards the Tea shop. Given that they were wearing bulletproof jacket and augmented for combat, “Where the hell do you think you’re going Gwai Lo?” A burly triad member blocks Sol with his augmented arm, his eyes scanning them. “Heard you guys got Black Lotus tea?” she asked, weakly, hoping the code she had pulled up from the net was good. The tri

Caleb said as the truck was disappearing from his sight. “For now,” he said before he was making his way, drenched and all, to the furniture shop that was dealing with the Shadow Pack for their lumber. Mr. Papadopoulos was the best in business for furniture making but he drove a hard bargain for the lumber. He wanted cheap lumber but Caleb always makes sure that he will not be escaping that easy to get away for not paying the right amount for their lumber. Caleb walked inside the shop before he saw the familiar redhead who was the eldest daughter of Mr. Papadopoulos. Karisa Papadopoulos was looking up from the ledgers that she was focusing on before she smiled as she turned to look at Caleb

“The turbulence around the central pillar will tear the Pathfinder apart. You’ll have to jump.” ​Thorne didn’t even hesitate. He checked the seals on his silver bone armor and grabbed the portable interface unit. “Then get me as close as you can. Caspian, you’re with me. I need someone who knows how to move in low gravity.” ​Caspian, the former harbor guard, stepped forward with a silent nod. He had traded his aquatic scales for a suit of pressurized weave, his movements fluid and efficient.

“Proximity alert. Hardware convergence imminent. Please present executive authorization to prevent structural salvage.” "They're here to strip the truck," Julian yelled, diving toward the rear equipment lockers. "The Vesper chassis is full of components their old cores need to stay online! They aren't protecting us, Grace—they’re hunting the ledger!" The massive shape labeled Unit 1 (The Anchor) lunged. A heavy, three-toed steel claw slammed into the side door of the transport, the impact sounding like a mortar shell. The reinforced metal groaned, buckling inward six inches, the cedar planks lining the interior wall shattering into a shower of sharp, fragrant splinters.

The following day, I watched Leo, Valerian, and Atlas drag three heavy cases up from the basement. The ones Leo and Atlas carried looked like oversized suitcases. Valerian hauled one that resembled a thick, bulky briefcase. "What are those?" I asked as they made their way up the stairs. "Things Dad picked up years ago. I can barely even remember the last time we brought them out," Leo said. "As you can tell from all the dust." The cases were coated in dust. Leo flipped his case up and turned the small combination locks until the latches snapped open. When he raised the lid, my jaw dropped. Inside were four rows of what appeared to be assault rifles.

I glared at him, "I just finished my fucking homework you twat and you ask where my spirit is? Well, it crawled up my ass and died." He tutted, "Must be science something or you wouldn't be this crappy." "What the fu-" I began but he cut me off by throwing the bags he was carrying to me. I checked inside the bag, to find indeed, new sneakers peeking from the inside, half wrapped in a paper. Must be expensive, it was some Italian or perhaps France label at the outside, and the design was gracefully rocker and sexy. I glanced up at him, "Well this is nice..." I trailed off appreciatively.