Medic X Scout Novels & Stories

“Team One in position. Visual on Harlan’s men.” It was Alexander’s voice, low and steady. That quiet authority of someone who had lived too long in the dark. I could almost see him, black tactical jacket, gloved hands, eyes like sharpened steel. “Copy that,” I murmured, though my voice sounded calmer than I felt. “Proceed with the drone scan.” From the passenger seat, Marjorie frowned at the screen. “Ma’am, the manifest lists medical equipment, but these barcodes trace back to private hospitals in Nevada, not Chicago.” “Then that’s the cover,” I said softly. “Let’s see what they’re really moving.”

The rogues have broken through our outer defenses! Instantly, the relative calm of the past hour shattered. Xander immediately began barking orders, his Alpha authority taking over. I knelt beside the injured scout, my hands already glowing as I worked to heal his wounds. “How many?” I asked urgently, even as I poured healing energy into him. “Dozens,” the scout panted. “Maybe more. They appeared suddenly, like dark figures in the night.” Once the scout's injuries were healed, Xander assisted him in standing up. “Sound the alarm,” he ordered. “Get every able-bodied wolf ready for battle.”

— Pilot: Tourniquet Role: Advanced Reconnaissance Loadout: Federal Shipyards “Prowler” Light Scout Chassis [B] Myrmidon Technology “Longbow” Modular Rifle Platform [B] Federal Shipyards “Adjudicator” Electromace [B] Federal Shipyards “Eagle Eyes” DeepScan Sensor Suite (SM) [A] — Tourniquet advanced forward cautiously in the Dark Forest, hyper aware of his surroundings. He was, after all, deep in enemy lines. His sensors were on full blast, but in a very narrow cone aimed straight at Xylo.

Even rest feels structured now, like survival has become a discipline instead of instinct. Then— The quiet breaks. A scout stumbles into the clearing. He is injured. Breathing hard. Eyes wide in a way that does not belong to exhaustion alone. “Report,” Kael says immediately, stepping forward. The scout tries to speak, but his voice cracks first. “We found… something… in the north…” Aria steps closer. “What?” she asks. The scout swallows hard. His next words come slowly, as if he is afraid they will become real once spoken.

"No police." "No police?!" The doctor's face went white. "Sir, there's a child welfare protocol-" "I don't care about your protocols." I turned back to Leo, carefully disconnecting the IV with practiced efficiency. "Scout. Come." Scout stood on the bed, and Leo cradled her gently against his chest. I carefully lifted both of them from the bed, supporting Leo's small body as his head came to rest against my shoulder. "You can't just-this is against medical advice-" The doctor's voice rose in panic.

“You’ll be eating those words soon enough. But if you’re going to be a scout, you need a stout heart. Let’s go find the old grouch.” Gregor was in a storeroom full of medical supplies. He was working on sorting and taking inventory of baskets full of bandages, slings, and other such necessary things. He grunted and turned around when he heard us enter behind him. “Huh. It’s the quiet one,” Gregor noted. “You hurt?” I shook my head. “She wants to learn healing. She’s planning to join the scouts,” Naomi said. “She can speak for herself. Well, she can’t, but she can communicate,” Gregor said. “Well, girl. You want to learn from this old wolf?”

I made sure all the hatred and despise I felt for Nic reflected in my eyes, we stared at each other for a moment longer and I only looked away when the pack doctor cleared his throat, reminding us exactly where we were. "How is he?" Nic's baritone voice asked the doctor. "I'll need all of you to leave until he is stable, Alpha." The doctor informed Nick who ushered us all out of the room. "Who is he, Nic?" Mikayla asked. "A scout." Nic muttered vaguely. "That's all you are going to say?" Mikayla probed.

I fail to contain a strangled yelp as Jason turns the lamp beside the bed on. “I’m sorry. I guess you really are fearful of us.” He speaks a quiet apology as he steps away. “There’s a multi plug surge protector built into the nightstand. Is that the machine you were asking about?” “Yes. Dr. Carter managed to get Andre several compact models. Several of us in this group are medics so he made certain we got one along with a box of albuterol in the strength Cole currently takes. Take this box to him and hand it to him please. I need to get this machine set up and he needs to verify that it hasn’t been tampered with.”

I told him, focusing on my breathing so that I could get it down to a normal rate. "I know. Doesn't stop me from helping you though," he managed to chuckle. "El," I heard Blake's voice and I wanted to turn to see him but Jayson made sure I remained in the position I was in. All I wanted was to see Blake and know that he was in the room. "The medics are here. They're going to take you to the hospital."

I watched them work in the main garage, the sound of welding and tools bringing a small sense of progress. One of the scouts found me later that afternoon. “Whispers about Vex are getting louder,” he said quietly. “Some say he’s recovering faster than expected. But no confirmed location yet.” “Keep it quiet,” I told him. “Don’t let the others know how much he’s moving. We handle this carefully. I appreciate you telling me.” *********