Metal Gear Revengeance Monsoon Novels & Stories

Torin roared, laying down a burst of suppressive fire into the catwalks above to keep any remaining snipers pinned down. Agnes and Maeve sprinted through the freezing rain, their boots splashing through the flooded loading bay. Rhys stayed at their backs, a towering, indestructible shield, intercepting a stray plasma bolt with his bare, wrapped forearm, letting the moonstone weave absorb the lethal heat before tossing a secondary kinetic blast into the ceiling to collapse the bay doors behind them.

Kedrick's Valkyrie surged forward, the rounded barrels of its massive shotgun smoking. "God, I love this thing," he grinned. Behind me, Taewi cheered as he toppled the second Monstro with a mighty blast. Not to be outdone, I spun my Valkyrie on the remaining enemy and opened fire. By the time the third Monstro crumpled, Taewi's Predator was riddled with bullet holes. A cloud of greasy smoke wafted from beneath its emerald green armour, further clouding the smog-filled air. However, we were all alive, and that was what counted.

"And Squad Zero is currently our most valuable asset. The viewership numbers on your Scourge raids are astronomical. The board of directors is thrilled." Vance sat down on the white leather sofa, popping the latches on his briefcase. "However, I didn't just come here to play Santa Claus," Vance said, his tone shifting from friendly sponsor to sharp business executive. He pulled out a sleek, obsidian datapad and slid it across the glass table toward Ren. "I brought you the access codes for the new DLC expansion map." Ren picked up the pad. The screen lit up with a tactical map. "Sector 12-Gamma," Ren read aloud. He frowned slightly. "Wait. I know this map layout. This isn't a procedurally gen

Down in the muddy valley, the engine of the lead armored excavator roared with a mechanical, industrial violence that shook the ancient pine needles from the trees. Inside the luxury, leather-lined interior of his command vehicle, Malakai lounged back against the plush seats, entirely unbothered by the pitch-black highland storm rattling the reinforced glass. He poured himself a glass of blood-red vintage wine, a smug, highly satisfied smirk playing on his handsome features.

Currently, I had bigger concerns in the form of a revenge plan against Blackmoon pack, as pay back for the young wolf member of my pack they had unlawfully killed. After one of her play meetings with Rage, I had asked Jasmine’s help to help find the easiest and quickest routes in and out of Blackmoon pack and she had been so eager to help that she had done so immediately. So I now possessed a map for easy access in and out of Blackmoon pack without even their best scouts and trackers seeing it coming. All that was left to do was finalize with Luke and head out at dawn. The wolf in question pushed open the doors to my study and entered without knocking.

At least that was what I was hoping for since it was quite certain that the person I had fucked over due to interfering with his job wouldn't welcome me with wide arms open. "Fine. Take a weapon or some-." I raised my shirt to show the gun I had in my pants before he could complete his statement. "I told you not to worry." "Fine." He followed me to the garage, where I got into my car—a black sedan, mostly for the purpose of blending in—and he leaned in through the driver's side once I started the car. "Just call me if anything goes wrong, okay?" I smiled and revved the engine. "I doubt I'll be able to do that if things indeed go wrong, but okay."

Shadow Wolves and defenders alike stumbled back, disoriented by the wave of pure, primal force. I sagged against the stone, exhausted beyond measure but fiercely triumphant. We had done it. The Southeastern Seal was reinforced, its strength restored. I could feel it holding firm now, resistant to the influence of the approaching blood moon. "Ailith!" Sin's voice cut through my exhaustion. "We need to move! More are coming!"