Clone Trooper Hardcase Novels & Stories

Merry carefully looked at the robot next to Nicole again and finally found that it differed from the Dodge Tomahawk she had seen. 'Nicole's robot seems to be darker under its ribs, looking like two thin black patterns, and the overall fuselage has a special texture and mysterious vibe. But the Dodge Tomahawk I remember has no such pattern on it.' Merry sneered at the thought of this. 'Nicole really put a lot of effort into faking it. If it weren't because these two crack-like patterns gave her away, I might have truly believed that this is the actual Dodge Tomahawk.'

Three steps to the basement hatch. I pulled open the heavy wooden trapdoor in the floor and descended the concrete steps into the cool, dry dark of the basement vault. The backup rack sat in the corner, its small status lights completely dead due to the blackout. I pulled my combat knife, flipped the manual safety release on the steel housing, and began unscrewing the primary drive array. One. Two. Three. Four. Four heavy, metal-clad solid-state drives slid out of the rack into my gloved hands. I stowed them quickly into the padded water-resistant pouch inside my tactical vest.

Hardin said laughing “ Just drive.” Casper said closing his eyes They parked the car a little bit far from the warehouse and walked. When they reached the place some guys were drinking alcohol and laughing . Hardin used his night vision goggles. “ I think they are only the two of them here . That's a truck, put one in there and I'll put the others.” Casper said “ When you become the boss , put it in their body, just do the easy one .” Hardin said taking the tracker from his hands

Boxes stacked in corners. I start searching, not even sure what I'm looking for. My eyes catch something I move closer. It's a black case tucked behind some paint cans on a high shelf. I drag a step stool over and pull it down. It's heavy. Metal. Locked. But the lock is cheap, flimsy. I grab a screwdriver from Cade's toolbox and jimmy it open. The lid pops. Inside, nestled in foam padding, is a...gun. My breath catches.

; large, glass-walled tanks filled with the same amber gel they had escaped from. They weren't coming to kill the twins. They were coming to harvest them. Seven tossed a disruptor grenade. A wave of blue static rippled across the road, and the lead rover’s electronics fried instantly, the vehicle swerving and slamming into the rock wall. "Get in! Shut the door!" Seven yelled, sprinting toward them as the second rover began to offload tactical models. Maya slammed the iron door shut and threw the heavy deadbolt just as a hail of bullets sparked against the outside of the metal.

Big bastards wrapped in patched armor One of them carried a net gun. I narrowed my eyes at it. Military-grade It was too advanced for gutter raiders. It waa probably ripped from some pre-Fall armory and passed through a dozen bloody hands before ending up with him. Lucky me. They spread out through the wreckage for a trace of me. On the other hand,I adjusted my grip on the pistol and counted It was now or never. The first man stepped past the rusted shell of the truck. His head turned slightly scanning left.

Their rotors chopped the humid evening air with a violent, aggressive thwup-thwup-thwup that silenced the local wildlife more effectively than Kazi’s shotgun blasts. Commander Kazi stood on the rocky, blood-stained bank of the Njiro River, watching them descend. His exoskeleton was still smoking, the hydraulic fluid leaking from a severed line in his thigh. The chest plate, once polished steel, was now a pitted, orange ruin where Malik’s entropic touch had accelerated a century’s worth of rust into a single second. He looked like a battered, ancient tank left to rot in the rain. "I didn't call for reinforcements," Kazi growled into his helmet’s internal comms, his voice a distorted rasp of m

Backs turned to her. Perfect distraction. The boss moved like a shadow, me at his heel. We carried custom suppressed HK USP Tacticals, the matte black finish absorbing the dim light. These weren't standard issue; they were precision tools worth more than most men made in a year. We blew the door. The fake hinges gave with a crack that rattled the walls. It was over before they could blink.

’ I chided myself when the thought of death and fear and failure shot its head. “Welcome Commander Eris.” A soldier walked up to us, shirtless and sweating. As my eyes darted around to inspect the ground my breath hitched in my throat. Sure enough, I knew all the tales surrounding this place and the rogue alpha, but seeing it in person was even more disheartening. A tall imposing building with thick pillars, grey in color stood ahead of me. By the side soldiers milled about, so many. Eris shoved me by the shoulder forward. He was a man with fewer words and even during our travels he had merely acknowledged me as a living being.

he greeted, voice low and gravelly. He removed his sunglasses, and for a moment, his face betrayed his surprise. I didn’t blame him. I looked different now — leaner, sharper, battle-worn. But Thaddeus was loyal; he didn’t ask unnecessary questions. “Is everything ready?” I asked, already moving past him toward the lead car — a custom-built tank disguised as an SUV, bulletproof, bomb-resistant, and able to survive an earthquake if needed. “Yes, Boss. Everything’s secured,” Thaddeus confirmed, falling into step behind us.