Medic X Scout Novels & Stories

the scout ranger satisfied at his eloquence. "I mean there's no more moaning, you fool!" the partner corrected the scout soldier. "You're right man! After five years of duty here, she finally stopped sounding like a bitch in heat!" the scout soldier said. "We've got to report it to command. Fast!" the partner hastened the scout soldier. "Team Bravo to command," the scout soldier dialed the base communication number. "Command online, what is it Team Bravo?" a man with soldier's cut can be seen hovering before the scout soldier and the partner in an unblemished projection.

Unlike the Knights and Soldiers, the scouts wore boring black cloth so they could blend in with their surroundings and not get caught. “Your Majesty we found them. But you will not like what I have to say.” I waved the Scout to go on, not really interested in what he thinks I will and won’t like. With a simple nod he continued. “They don’t act like bandits. For one their mercenary skills have far exceeded our expectations. I wouldn’t peg them as assassins, but they aren’t ordinary thugs and hoodlums. They have set up a base for recruitment, and what ever they recruit is either sent out to fight, or out to another unknown location. We suspect it could possibly be another base.” The General an

Usually, though, I wasn’t relying on her mate’s affection towards my twin sister to get me out of a sticky situation. “Can I help you?” asked the Medic on duty. He was a broad and bulky man, strong enough to lift patients straight off the battlefield, with a shock of night-dark hair and a face creased from years of pulling the same, taut frown during difficult surgeries. He wiped his hands on his apron and looked at me expectantly. I cleared my throat and rocked back on my heels. “Um, yes. I’m here to see the Alpha.” “You do know that you aren’t supposed to be out of your home?” he replied, his voice strained.

Something dark that smelled of old magic and older debts. A knock at my door pulled me from the reports. "Enter," I called. Marcus stepped inside, his expression grave. "Alpha, we have another situation." I set down the coffee carefully. "How bad?" "Thomas. Scout from the eastern patrol. Found an hour ago near the southern ridge." He paused. "Same condition as the others." Four now. Four harvests in less than two weeks. I stood, moving to the window that overlooked the pack grounds. Below, wolves moved about their routines, unaware of how quickly things were unraveling. "Show me the site report."

the scout panted, his chest heaving with terror. "Maybe ten or twelve shooters. Most of the old guards walked away when the money ran out. He’s broke, Martinez. He can't even pay for the medical supplies he needs. He’s physically weak. He can barely walk across the room without help. He’s forcing us to run these scouts because he’s desperate." I looked up at Gustavo. Gustavo nodded slightly, confirming that the scout's words matched the financial data we had pulled from Seraphina's ledger. Kilian wasn't an organized threat. He wasn't a general preparing for a massive assault on my borders. He was a dying rat trapped in a corner, using his last few pennies to hire low-level drivers to spy on

Maya said. A voice from the doorway: "There is." They turned. A man stood there, early sixties, doctor's coat over winter gear. Behind him, three others in similar attire. "I'm Dr. Marcus Chen. We're from Schenectady survivor medical group. We've been monitoring radio traffic. We heard about the ceasefire. We brought supplies." He held up a case. "IV antibiotics. Surgical equipment. Medical supplies. We've been hoarding them for exactly this situation—wounded from both sides need care, politics be damned."

Alpha confidence was its own kind of key in this place. At the turn before the med wing, a voice echoed ahead; low, irritated. “Scan’s glitching again. I told them the new patch was incompatible with the ID sync.” I slowed only slightly. Two med techs stood outside the biometric door, one tapping at a handheld terminal, the other holding a crate of diagnostic vials. Both wore white jackets with the Aurelion crest stitched on the sleeve. The one with the terminal sighed. “If the scanner resets again in the middle of a test, we’ll get flagged for incomplete data reporting, and I’m not losing my clearance over some Alpha pup who can’t handle his own hormones.”

“Kai is my lover, and the two alphas are mates. It’s… complicated, but I’d be very thankful.” The scout’s eyebrows shoot up as she hears Dereck. She then considers me and Kai once more before shaking her head in disbelief and then replies, “then I’ll request enough for everyone. I never thought two alphas could be mates, but you were one to befriend the oddest of people all the time, so I’m not surprised.” At last, the scout stops just outside a pair of large doors. She gives it a knock and then, with a loud voice, she says, “the alphas and Dereck are here now.”

"Bring in the supplies. All of them." He looked back at me, his expression still hard but less hostile. "You're in luck. We're Wood Pack scouts, and Tessa here is a healer." His eyes narrowed again. "But if you're lying about Rennick, or if this is some kind of trap..." He left the threat unspoken. "Who the fuck are you?" * * *

"Two scouts. Fast, quiet, thermal-masking. Reach the relay station through the southwest arc, disrupt the transmission." "That's two scouts inside a ring of fifty-four siege engines," one of Vance's wolves said. "Two scouts who grew up on ridges in the dark," Xander said. "Which is exactly what this requires." He looked at Vance. Vance looked at his scouts. Two of them were already checking their gear without being asked. "Thirty minutes to position," the first one said. "Twenty-five," Xander said. The scout looked at the terrain. "Twenty-five," she agreed.