Clone Trooper Hardcase Novels & Stories

The camera rocked in its casing and the Crusader flew backwards, crashing down into a skyscraper and shearing off the building's outer wall. A distorted version of Harlow's voice filtered through the tablet's speakers, hissing in and out of existence at random. "There," Harlow's recording boasted, "now-not going anywhere! With-side of this building, it's effectively immobile! I'll retreat-fireworks." "I didn't understand the context of this clip until you told me about Harlow abusing the Apollo's overcharge," I explained. "With your information, what happens next now makes sense to me." A few moments later, an olive-skinned, brown-haired man struggled out of a hatch in the Crusader's side, c

Moving his laptop and his paperwork around, I started searching for the key, but I couldn’t find it. Putting back the contents the way I found them, I yanked open the other drawers and shuffled through the contents, but I still couldn't find the key, but I did stumble upon an empty box of condoms. Taking it up, I saw that it marked Trojan Magnum XL. I wasn’t surprised because the way he had filled me up last night leaving no room, I knew he had a monster between his legs. Shaking my head, I placed it back inside the drawer, before I closed it and got up to check on the machine.

It had a chequered front strap, double diamond grips, stainless steel and engraved frame, polished gold finish of the Wilson Combat Classic Super grade handgun. Eden had seen it in Malakai's hands multiple times and absolutely loved it. In all honesty, she was just taking it now to piss Malakai off, and trust me, it worked. Malakai was fuming, Eden was going to be a lot to handle, he could already tell. He knew she would not be easy to control, and that was an understatement. Eden had become one of his best too. By the time Malakai reached his office, Eden was long gone.

I see movement from the corner of the roof again, then the shooter screams as he goes flying off the roof, landing in an ugly splat on the concrete. “Oops. He must have slipped,” Quirin says, now standing in the corner of the building where the shooter was a moment ago. He's got his hands on his hips and he's staring down at the dead man. “Hacker, can you take pictures of this?” Saber asks as she and Hellfire get to the roof. She begins showing me the guns and the bullet casings lying on the ground. Striker crouches down in front of a bag. “What the hell is this shit?” he asks. “Are they also trafficking guns?”

The Reapers were coming for the final harvest, their black tactical gear making them look like spiders dropping from a web. ​"Let them come," Malakai growled. He didn't head for the roof access door. Instead, he moved toward a stack of industrial crates marked for the hotel’s ongoing penthouse renovations. He kicked a pallet aside, revealing a heavy, military-grade briefcase. He didn't open it; he smashed the digital lock with the butt of his gun and ripped the lid back. ​Inside wasn't another gun. It was a localized EMP (Electromagnetic Pulse) generator—a prototype he must have diverted from a Council shipment years ago.

But as Dax ripped the knife free, a third Null-Trooper stepped up behind him, raising a heavy, hydraulic-powered fist. "Dax!" I screamed, drawing my heavy kinetic pistol and firing three rounds into the Trooper's back. The bullets flattened harmlessly against the thick grey armor. Dax spun around just as the massive iron fist descended. He raised his left arm, crossing it in front of his face to block. The impact was catastrophic. The Trooper's fist slammed into Dax's dead liquid-chrome gauntlet. The shockwave threw Dax to his knees, the metal of the gauntlet denting violently. But it held. The Chrome Throne's armor was still the densest material on the planet, even without power.

It was a card with gold-embossed lettering: The Thorne-Vance Gala for Global Security. "Caspian," I whispered. "He carries the biometric keycard for the 'Vault' access. If I can get close enough to clone it, we can shut the whole system down from the inside before the test run even starts." The transition was a collision of worlds. While Jax and Viper worked the tech, the Ravaged Pack was struggling with the "civilization" of the Heights. I walked into the kitchen to find three of Torin’s fiercest hunters staring at a touch-screen refrigerator as if it were an alien artifact. One of them had accidentally triggered the sparkling water dispenser and was currently snarling at the carbonated his

He reached the "Dead Man’s Oak," a hollowed-out tree three hundred yards into the treeline. His hands, slick with blood and mud, fumbled with the bark until he found the hidden biometric plate. > BIOMETRICS RECOGNIZED: THORNE_ZERO_ONE > EMERGENCY CACHE UNLOCKED. The ground hissed open, revealing a vertical locker. Inside sat the "God-Slayer"—a sleek, matte-grey rail-gun that looked more like a surgical instrument than a weapon. Beside it was a small, handwritten envelope.

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.