Inferno Squadron Novels & Stories

"Look at you, all eager to please. You didn't even offer anything in return. Why would she help you out?" He then handed me a card. "I'm Daniel Jenkins. Here's a little something for our first meeting. ZenWave's beauty clinics are all part of my family business. With this card, you can enjoy unlimited visits." ZenWave was a well-known, high-end beauty clinic chain. A single visit there could cost tens of thousands of dollars. This gift was too generous. I didn't take the card, but Leon snatched it from Daniel's hand and stuffed it into mine.

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They had beaten the past. But as the flagship tilted, sliding toward the edge of the district’s cliffs, Zilo saw something on the long-range scanners that made his blood turn to ice. A fleet of silver needles was emerging from the High-Sector clouds. Not flagships. Not cargo vessels. These were enforcer-interceptors, thousands of them, moving with a synchronized, lethal intent. And in the center of the formation was a vessel that made the Seraph’s Sorrow look like a toy—the Queen’s personal dreadnought, the Mirror of Heaven.

Through his sniper scope, Ren saw something that made the blood freeze in his veins. The rear doors of the second APC hadn't closed properly. As the vehicle turned, the doors slid open by a few inches. Standing inside the troop bay wasn't a squad of bored, coffee-drinking Blackwatch guards. It was a Seraphim. In the real world, the Admin's ultimate anti-virus programs didn't look like fifty-foot-tall golden angels. They were Inquisitors—elite, cybernetically enhanced human operatives who answered directly to the Admin AI. They wore sleek, seamless white armor that contrasted sharply with the Blackwatch black. They didn't carry kinetic rifles; they carried heavy plasma lances.

I took the file my mother's private investigator gave her for evidence purposes. I rode in the passenger seat this time. The car was bulletproof and fast. We could not be moving about without protection. Now that Tomas was one of them, there was no doubt the enemy was in Celio too, waiting to strike. "Are the guns loaded?" I asked Gerald, and he nodded. "Yes, Alpha," he said, and I thanked him. "I have a team on standby in Ashfield in case of an attack." He explained, and I appreciated his work; he had behaved like a true Beta.

It wasn't a tectonic shift this time; it was Infiltration. The white-and-gold interceptors of the Holy Syndicate—now glowing with that same neon-green—were diving through the Atlantic, their hulls reinforced by the Seventh’s optimized physics. They didn't care about the pressure. They didn't care about the heat. They were drones of a singular will. "We can't stay here," Elena commanded, picking up Leo. "Gaia, you know this ridge. Is there a way out that isn't the surface?"

"A few have fallen already. We lost a couple because they caught us off guard." It was to be expected. They didn't allow them to run and take cover. Since the gunfire hasn't stopped, it's likely that some of them have already fallen. Damn it, I'm losing men, and that's starting to worry me. Just then, Franco yells, "Run!" He gets up and reaches me, urging us to run together to another location. A massive explosion goes off. It's a grenade that was thrown under the vehicle. The impact sends us flying, and we crash onto the ground and roll through the sand dunes.

[MAJOR PATROL WEEK] [Morning Team: 4th Year, Squad 3] [Night Team: 5th Year, Elite Squad 1] I keep reading, checking to see who is on the Night Team. [Captain: Raphael] [Members: Raziel, Ilius, Chimera, Sphinx...] Arlo reads the names over my shoulder. "...Fuck."

She would be the one to counteract the dampening rune so they can raid freely with their abilities. The journey was slow and Richard had to count from one thousand to keep himself focused. After what felt like ages they arrived at the town and the whole squad dropped down. Then the infernal walked towards them and exhaled. “Everyone,” he said. “You remember what we told you and remember, we are probably not going to come back at all. So if you wanna leave,” he said. “You can still save yourself,” he said. The Sentinels replied by putting off the safety on their guns and then pointing it forward. The infernal nodded and then he raised his hand. “Commence operation,” he said.

I listened with half an ear to the men as they talked about their new 'squad' at least that's what Lyon had decided to call it since as he says organization sounds too much like law enforcement and he hates any f*ck that has to do with that f*ckery. His vocabulary is even more colorful than Gideon's, and my brother has got a fine grasp on gutter speak.