Intercessor Kill Team Novels & Stories

"Directive 9.2. Every flag since 1998. Two hundred and eleven names. One hundred and ninety-seven dead. Fourteen active. Including you two." He looked at me. Then Rosie. "And your mom." "Mom's in there," Rosie said. "Yes," Justin said. "Entry 143. Termination date: April 15, 2024. Cause: vehicular. Status: closed." I watched Rosie. She didn't cry. She just nodded. Once. Like she'd been waiting to hear it said out loud. "How do we kill it?" I asked. "Magnet," Antonio said. "Strong one. Or fire. Or—"

His name is Zeke Santos and the sniper of the team. "What happened?" a handsome man asked. He's Evan Potter and the Team Captain. He is respected by his men deeply. He looked outside again by using the telescope. "WHAT IS SHE DOING?! IS SHE COURTING DEATH?!" another man loudly said as he felt scared for the high school girl. His name is Garry Vallens and the bomb expert of the team. "SHIT! THAT ZOMBIE IGNORE HER?!" another man cursed. His name is Tyler Swift and the strategist of the team.

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"So... we're stuck? We just keep killing until they catch us? Or until we go insane?" "No," Ren said. He leaned closer, lowering his voice to a whisper. "We're hostages. I checked the history. There was a Squad before us. Squad 3. They all died in 'accidents' right after they tried to quit. The Admin doesn't accept resignations." Kara went pale, the blood draining from her face. "So we're dead either way." "Not if we change the rules," Ren whispered. "Listen to me very carefully. I planted something in the server. A backdoor. A kill switch. It's called Project Reversal. It turns the game's targeting system against the Admin."

His aura pressed the air tight around them. After a long silence, he said, "Building 21 tried to kill me. If I die, every one of you dies with me. So when they target me, they target you. People like that must be wiped out. "Kenneth, you're coming with me. Callum will lead the rest of you as a team. We attack Building 21 now. For every enemy you kill, you'll get ten portions of food." The crowd stirred at once. Many had missed their chance to earn merit the night before, and the frustration still clung to them.

"But you're going to hate it." The Council met within the hour. I stood before them. Fifteen years old. Terrified. But certain. Catherine sat at the head of the table, carrying her mother's authority. Beside her was Riley, my grandmother. The young team sat together. James Marcus, Kai, Zara, Nova, Lyric. My friends. My team. All of them about to hate my plan. "I've seen the successful path," I began. "The one where we win without more deaths. Where all eleven realities survive. Where The Unmaker stops being a threat."

“We need a strategist. I get that we won Mechageddon without one, but that was a series of fair engagements in controlled environments. What’s more important are our other engagements. The real ones. I mean, like that bunker assault on Veltus Nine - we almost died there. Like, five times. “Sure, we got through it all ‘coz we’re badasses, but if one thing went wrong… I don’t think we’d all be here if it did. If we had someone like Lucifer, all our crazy jobs’ll go that much smoother. We’d have a lot less close calls, and hopefully continue the whole ‘not dying’ trend. “So yeah, it sucks that she took a bunch of our creds, but like Raijin said - we’ll make it back in no time. Plus, I like the

“Small team. Ten of our best fighters, plus Erica. We scout the spot, figure out the guard, and plan.” “And if we can destroy it right then?” Martin asks. “Then we do it,” Kael answers, voice hard. “Every day that node stays alive is another day Seraphine gets stronger. We can’t wait around.”

Heather, Morty, Tessa, Julius, even the rookies-they were all there, arms crossed, faces set. Heather spoke for them all. “If the league forces you out, we walk. All of us. We’re Cannibals, and we stand together.” Jenifer stepped forward, her voice proud. “We’ll forfeit the season if we have to. This team is more than one man. It’s a family.” Jeremy’s throat tightened. “Thank you. I don’t deserve you all.” Alexandra hugged him. “Yes, you do.” The Owners’ Ultimatum

Extending my hand to greet him, he smile and even gave me a slight bow. “Nice to finally meet you, missus. As the leader of team B, I would like to congratulate your mating bond with our alpha.” Looking confused, I look at Elm. “Alpha? Not plural?” “Oh, team B is my own enforcer, just like team A is Zephyr’s enforcer and the war team that belongs to Aaron.” Elm explained to me while his fingers pointing at the leader of each team.