Clone Trooper Hardcase Novels & Stories

He reached in and pulled something black and angular from the wreckage, handing it to Frobisher. ‘This is a tool to restore order,’ Frobisher said holding the object for them all to see. ‘MP40,’ Miller whispered. ‘Isn’t that a motorway northwest of Bromsgrove?’ Elmo asked. ‘That’s the M40. This is a machine pistol,’ Miller muttered. ‘The weapon of the Nazi trooper.’ He looked at the multiple mounds in the tunnel. ‘It’s a weapon cache of some size. This is not good’. ‘I decided after the shooting-at-Lucas gig,’ Elmo said. ‘Why all this stuff?’

The kind of place where bad things happened and nobody asked questions. The basement entrance was hidden behind a dumpster. I knocked twice, my wolf tense and ready to fight. A slot opened in the door. Eyes stared out at me. "Password," a rough voice demanded. "Nightshade." The door opened. A massive Rogue stood there, easily seven feet tall. Scars covered his face and arms. He looked me up and down like I was an insect. "You're the Tracker," he said. "I'm Aria." "Same thing." He stepped aside. "Boss is waiting. Downstairs. Last door on the left."

Tristan's tracking unit. I don't slow my stride. I slip into the side entrance of a tech shop tucked between two sprawling pack houses, the heavy iron door clattering shut behind me. "Look at this mess," the old wolf behind the glass counter grunts, barely glancing up from his terminal as I set the damaged tactical casing down. "You bring me scrap metal, Stormriven?" "Just run the diagnostic on the sub-processor," I demand, my voice clipped, flat, and devoid of emotion as I lean over the counter, my leather jacket dripping rainwater onto the tile. "I need the encrypted partition unlocked in five minutes."

Jake just sent a picture of what he received, and Cassie grabbed her Bluetooth earpiece so she could refer to the pictures for confirmation. In the wooden box, Cassie threw out the instruction manual. Beneath the box’s top layer where the toys and lube were, a wire and charging cable was provided. The company’s warranty card was there, and Cassie raised a brow at the strange plastic parts that came in a sealed ziplock bag. “Did you check them out already?” Jake asked over the phone, and Cassie hummed. “I just opened it. Do you know how they work?” On the other end of the line, Jake chuckled. Knowing his girlfriend’s impatient nature, she must have skipped the instruction manual to get to the

"Exactly. All you need to know is: we're going in, we're getting your wife out, and we'll deal with whoever's holding her exactly how you say. Then we clean up the scene—no further contact. Understood?" "Completely," he answered. "Your grandfather mentioned you brought a tracker?" she asked. "In a way," Scott replied. He pulled a handheld device from his pocket. "It's a portable gaming console—Gamering Pro, made by us. Kids lose them all the time, so we added a tracking app. Battery lasts for miles." He showed his phone: a green dot blinking on the screen. The woman smiled and handed it to their leader. "I like you, Mr. Hamilton," she said before giving the phone back to the team's lead. "Wh

"Company is coming. THE FIRST WAVE The drilling stopped. Silence returned to the tunnel. Then, a metallic CLANG. A grappling hook shot out of the darkness above, latching onto the stone railing of the ramp. Then another. And another. Ropes dropped. "Here we go," Kai whispered. Figures began to slide down the ropes. They weren't Valravn. They were tactical assault troops. Heavy body armor, night-vision goggles, gas masks. Mercenaries. "Wait for it," Kai murmured. The first trooper hit the ramp. He unclipped from the rope and raised his rifle. He took a step forward. He crossed the invisible line of the first kinetic repulsor. WHOOSH. A pulse of blue force slammed into him. It threw him backwa

"But your transport rig has an active-stealth cloak and a heavy-duty hybrid chassis engineered to withstand catastrophic storm pressures. If we override the building’s primary waste gate from this terminal, we can drop the entire vehicle into the drainage shaft and use the canal’s high-velocity current to cushion the landing." ​BOOM. ​The heavy titanium elevator doors at the end of the corridor were blown clean off their tracks by a localized thermite charge. Four elite enforcement soldiers, clad in heavy, midnight-black power-armor and wielding high-frequency suppression lances, stepped into the dust-choked hallway. ​"Target identified!" the lead enforcer roared, pointing his weapon toward

That was a dangerous game but Eric was never one for following road rules or any rules for that matter. Music played in the background, there were quite moments when Leona laid her head on the window and simply watched as they passed each car, each tree, each traffic light. Times when he stole glances from her, times when he just wanted to stop driving and cuddle up to her. She was wearing his leather jacket, they hadn't expected it to get cold but Eric always kept a jacket in the back. It was a bad habit, he threw everything in the backseat. Leona fought with him about it but it was a lost cause. In this case it had actually came in handy. He kept whining about how his lip piercing had clos

I raised my head just as the first zinc-plated enforcer dropped from the darkness of the ceiling girders. He didn't use a parachute or a cable. He landed directly on the central concrete walkway, his four-toed magnetic claws punching two-inch craters into the solid masonry with a concussive bang that shook the marrow in my shins. His jaw was split wide open, the silver data-ports beneath his zinc teeth spitting a thin stream of blue lubricant as his three-layered blue quartz lens spun wildly inside its socket, trying to lock its tracking solution through the dense, white sulfur smoke.

"You'll run. You always run. But you'll never outrun legacy. Goodbye, Jeffrey." The screen expired. I glanced over at Cassie. "We have to find the backup—there's always a mirrored drive." She was already making her way to the opposite wall. "Here!" A panel protected a server case. Cassie tore it open, and we removed the drive from its cradle together. The building shook. "Go!" I shouted. We ran down the corridor. Lights exploded. Pipes burst above us. Flames were at our heels by the time we reached the hatch, snapping like the breath of a dragon. Cassie tripped. I pulled her through the hatch as the inside of the ship caved in behind us.