Fallout 4 Mercenary Novels & Stories

"I’ll handle the meat." The first mercenary jumped from the lift, his boots hitting the stone floor with a metallic clatter. He scanned the room, his infrared sight cutting through the darkness, landing directly on Rangga. "Target spotted!" the man shouted into his radio. "We have the host! Moving to extract!" Rangga didn't move, but the floor beneath the mercenary’s feet suddenly surged, ripples of stone erupting like water. The man lost his footing, his rifle clattering to the ground as he was thrown backward.

the second mercenary shouted, firing blindly into the dark. The muzzle flash briefly, violently strobed the hallway, illuminating the towering, blood soaked monster exactly one inch away from the shooter. Before the mercenary could adjust his aim, Lucian's heavy combat boot shattered his knee. As the man fell, Lucian stripped the tactical rifle completely from his grip and drove the steel stock directly into the chest plates of the third and fourth guards. In exactly four seconds, four elite mercenaries were completely eliminated in absolute silence. Arthur Vance stood alone in front of the titanium nursery doors, violently trembling.

The mercenary leader, his senses finally returning, was seized with fury and drove his foot into Ford’s gut with full force “Ah!" Ford’s scream tore through the air again. His face burned with pain, veins straining in livid rage. "You… I'm the one paying you! How dare you lay a hand on me? Don't you care about receiving your final payment?" The mercenary leader let out another furious kick, slamming his boot into Ford with a savage grunt. "It's not like I can get out of here alive today! What the hell do I need money for now?" The mercenary leader was consumed with regret. If he'd known he was going to cross paths with the infamous Deathbringer, he wouldn't have touched this job with a ten-f

The linguistic scholar died. Before we could even reach the secondary stairwell, the massive, tinted glass windows of the living room shattered inward. A hail of high-velocity tactical rounds tore through the air, punching violent holes into the dark velvet couches and marble walls. Three heavily armed mercenaries, clad in matte-black tactical gear and Vance syndicate insignias, breached the shattered ledge using high-tension ziplines from an adjacent rooftop. Malakai returned fire instantly, his sidearm barking three times in rapid succession. The lead mercenary dropped hard against the broken glass, a tight cluster of crimson blooming across his chest.

They had never seen anything as sinister as this. "Don't you just shut up! Hurry up and grab all your weapons! Take out tanks, hummers and whatnot. Don't let them break through the gate!" shouted Captain Arnold. Everything moved quickly. The soldiers and emergency troops took all the weapons located on the basement floor. Some of the soldiers started to get on the tanks and other war cars. Eren and the Jaguar team members took as many weapons as they could carry, ranging from M16 weapons, Dessert Eagles to hand grenades.

I stared at it as I opened the text. ' We're on our way.' Tann. ' I've decided to kill him today more mercilessly and brutally that he would haven't imagined. ' I stood up and buttoned my coat, " Let's go. " I said, without glancing back. If I would set a swimming pool with ravenous crocodiles and ask my men to jump in it. They'd do it without questioning me. No one could judge the Mafia Emperor. Reaching the garage, I unlocked my black Mercedes. I climbed in it and turned the key. I sped up at my destination to end the dark story that he started the same day one year ago.

“Have you seen how damn big we’ve made them? How strong? We trained them to fight just to show what is possible to do to humans and how much damage they can take with the new batch of rapid-healing medicines. Do you know how many billions of dollars in contracts we’re looking at? How much money we’ve already made so far? They are our prototypes. Showing what we can make them do, how fast, strong, and lethal they are is going to be the research for Mercile that blows our competitors out of the water. Every guy will want to buy what we’ve stirred up. That damn Jacob could have cost us a prime one. He’s too valuable to take risks with.” Her eyes closed to hide her relieved tears. They wouldn’t

I asked incredulously. “That’s a misconception. I have servants and peons that do my bidding but I don’t have enough to make an army.” He said. “What about any other brothers?” I asked. “Well I suppose I could call Belphegor. Besides we will need backup in case Merihem shows up here.” He said. “Call him up then! What are you doing wasting time?” I urged him. He pulled out his phone and looked like he was typing out a text before he put his phone away.

Our eyes met across the blood-soaked floor. She mouthed two words. Thank you. I nodded. Did not need her gratitude. Did not want it. I just needed her alive. Needed her to keep fighting. To keep building this thing we were dying for. Then I saw movement. Behind Maya. Fourth mercenary. Where did he come from? How did I miss him? He was already moving. Blade drawn. Aimed at Maya's exposed back. No time to shout. No time to warn. Just time to move.

“That this merger is a scam. It’s about the leadership controlling us even more. They can use all the excuses they want, but it’s just a cover so that they can enslave the people.” “Are you fucking stupid, Darren?” “Open your eyes, Delta. Why do we need an army this big? I’ll tell you why. To enforce new laws that make the people slaves to the regime.” Dane raised off his seat and stood over Darren, incensed. Stig was hovering just below the surface and was eager to get out, influencing Dane’s behaviour as he raged with fury. “Patrick and Marcus were the ones that wanted to control everything, you dumb fuck. The merger stopped a war. A war that you and your pathetic bunch of warriors would h