Clone Trooper Hardcase Novels & Stories

the guy cried, as he raised the gun again. I saw the indecision on his face fade as he made up his mind to shoot. His face hardened, and his jaw tightened. Without hesitation, I pulled the trigger on my assault rifle. The shot smashed the window in the building opposite me, shattering glass everywhere. The glass hit the floor a second before the guy's dead body did.

“No. We’ve been reacting since the cube woke up. That’s how people die. We flip it, make them react. And to do that, we need to hit them where they sleep.” Mara’s mind raced. “You think you can find their nest?” “I can do better than that.” He pulled a slim black case from inside his jacket and popped it open. Inside, nestled in foam, was a matte-gray tablet with no brand and no ports. “Custom rig,” he said. “Built it back when I still believed in ghosts in the machine. Now I know better.” She raised an eyebrow. “And?”

A young uniformed officer righted it again, carefully brushing Old Glory clean; he looked ready to salute. When the automobile finally made it to road level and was secured, and nothing or no one could be scoped inside, the three initial troopers brought a locksmith kit to pick open the Parisienne’s trunk. At last, the lock cylinder popped and the lid was flung wide for their efforts, the state troopers—their mealy-mouthed, wife-beating prisoner long forgotten in the backseat of a highway cruiser—winced at what they saw.

He doesn’t look like the kind who helps people? I dragged the sheets and wrapped them around my body. I know I’m dressed in one of his shirts and boxers, but I still feel naked. I watch myself in the mirror, my eyes bloody and swollen, turning a blue-purple colour. I pulled up the T-shirt and my ribs look like it’s broken. When I tried to pull the t-shirt over my head, I hissed with pain. “Can I help you?” the handsome, mysterious guy asked, standing with my clothes in his hands.

He might be better off with her. The crowd finally dispersed and Case nodded at me, sending me back into his office. I sat down again, noticing that the case was exactly where he had left it. Had Forty been successful? “I’d really like to get into that tablet, Forty-Two,” Case said firmly. “Are you absolutely sure you don’t remember anything about it?” “Pretty sure,” I said sheepishly. “I can try… do you want me to take it with me and see if I can get it unlocked?”

Joshua walks to his room, removing his two semi-automatic 9mm colts; Tiffany follows him to the room, “Joshua, you are not going out there. Joshua puts the gun in the back of his jeans and covers it with his vest. They hear the fence opening; Tiffany walks over to the window. It is Winter; she is hysterical. She is banging on the door as the HL enters the yard, three mid-thirties guy tattoos on their arms and legs, holdings knives. “Help me.” Tiffany rushes to open the door as the hard-living thugs run over to the door to hold it open; Tiffany manages to close it just in time.

The subterranean Vault beneath the Scrapyard finally felt like a home, albeit a heavily militarized one. Kara had transformed the back wall into a technological marvel. Using the server racks gutted from the Mobile Command Center, she had expanded their Hardline rig into a localized supercomputer. The ambient temperature in the room had risen ten degrees just from the heat of the processors. Leo was sitting on a heavy steel crate, meticulously cleaning the mechanisms of his newly acquired Juggernaut armor. The matte-black plating was thick enough to stop a 50-caliber round, and it featured an integrated exoskeleton that amplified his already prodigious strength. He looked at his reflection i

Not only was she the most gorgeous girl on the planet, but Casey represented everything I stood for. After grabbing everything we needed from the cellar and under the trailer, I gave Squirt and Munchkin hugs goodbye. We rode toward Brooks High in Casey's little Civic. Yeah, it was a tight ass fit, but her car was the quietest. If we were planning on pulling one over on these assholes, we had to use our heads and be quiet about it. Lucky for us, Casey was smart enough to suggest hiding a bunch of our stuff and our lot of weapons under the trailer, which pushed us to make the secret access hole just in case we needed to hide.

Chapter 280: The Cold Exchange ​The iron reinforced doors of the lower courtyard slammed shut, cutting off the deafening howl of the blizzard outside. Snow melted instantly against the heated concrete floor, pooling around the mud-caked tactical boots of the man Julian dragged inside by the collar. ​The courier collapsed onto the concrete, gasping for air, his chest heaving under a torn, ice-encrusted parka. Blood seeped through the fabric near his shoulder, staining the wet floor a dark crimson. In his trembling, frostbitten fingers, he clutched a heavy, silver-plated hard drive encased in a waterproof military housing the physical ledger Croft had kept hidden from every digital network in

He looked like a mechanic in a war zone. He stepped back, wiping his hands on his trousers. He didn't go for the passenger seat. He walked to the trunk, his boots steady on the uneven ground. "We're leaving the truck," Joshua said. He reached into his medic bag, but he didn't pull out bandages or sedatives. He pulled a concealed floorboard back, revealing a rugged, black survival kit. It was vacuum-sealed, marked with a non-pack serial number. Richard watched him, his eyes Narrowing. "Where did you get that? That's rogue-spec gear. That’s not Harrington issue."