Garrison Aot Novels & Stories

"And business is currently in flux. Isn't that right, Garrison?" He turned his gaze to me, the curiosity in his eyes sharpening into something harder, more calculating. "Phoebe. You look... transformed. A new look for a new life?" "A new look for a final act," I said, my voice smooth, cool, and entirely unyielding. The air between us felt thin, charged with a tension that was audible, a low-frequency hum of impending violence. Garrison was the predator, the man who had built his life on the ruins of others. He thought he was playing against a machine. He thought he was playing against a victim.

You followed Garrison through the winding hallways, past the First Year bullpen which seemed to be a flurry of activity while one of the other partners seemed to be dictating something to them. Then you reached the glassed-in IT area with its bank of servers. Garrison walked right in, knocking offhandedly on the glass door as he entered. "Jacobs," he said.

The falcons and all the other squadrons began blasting away the critters that plagued the airship and seemingly hell bent on destroying it. 'These guys...like they have a vendetta or something..." Garrison contemplated in his mind... And Garrison took out one that was clamped on the exterior wall by landing with a force kick on it's head...

Sirens wailed faintly in the distance, someone finally called them but it was too late. By the time they arrived, there’d be nothing left but smoke and corpses. I looked down at my hands, blood-soaked and raw. I felt nothing. Not guilt. Not triumph. Just silence. Unfinished business. I turned toward the car parked near the tree line, slid in, and exhaled. Then I grabbed my phone and called one of our operatives stationed near Ricci’s estate. The line connected. “Matteo,” the voice rushed, panicked. “You hit The Garrison,bwhy?”

Temilorun asked calmly as she walked into Gwenevere’s room and threw her bag on the bed. “I’m as surprised as you are.” Gwenevere stiffed her neck, shook her head and began walking toward the backyard, Temilorun following. The backyard of the houses were connected in such a way that seven houses had a wide land space with no boundaries, running from the first house to the last. It was one place for interaction. The two ladies crossed from the backdoor to the concrete ground of the back yard. It was a party. “Have some wine! Drench yourself in the love!” A young man yelled as he approached them.