Cody Nutkiss Novels & Stories

Irving just snorts, tossing his empty canteen onto the table. Right on cue, the hydraulic seals on the main vault doors hiss violently. The thick steel plates slide open, revealing Commander Cody Tucker. He steps into the armory, holding the hand of a small, sharp-eyed boy who couldn't be older than eight years old. The kid wears a miniature tactical vest and a small pack strapped to his shoulders, his golden wolf eyes cool, calculating, and eerie for his young age. Cody offers me a brisk, respectful nod. "Apologies for the delay, Chika. I had to retrieve Forrest from the forward observation post."

about BEES, dax. Noah kept his word. Got in the truck, let Finn drive him away from the biggest mystery of his life, because he said he would. And he punished Finn instead of me, which was nice of him. That hooks somewhere deep. Cody eats fast and low, one arm curled around the food like somebody might take it back. He chugs the water first, then swallows the sandwich in four bites, before he pulls the blanket around himself and gets small again. But his teeth have stopped. That'll have to do.