Reiner Braun S4 Novels & Stories

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

Gun oil rolled out like a memory. Two M4 carbines lay on cut foam beside suppressed .45s, magazines, cleaning kits, and a folded nylon bundle of breaching charges labeled in Bruno’s handwriting: NEVER THE FRONT DOOR. Jack raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been busy.” “Insurance policy,” Bruno said. “Country clients don’t always pay their bills with cash and courtesy.” He opened a second crate: plate carriers, ear pro, flashbangs, a tangle of comms wires neatly coiled and zip-tied.

"The second unit’s secure, Seb. You want the lead?" Sebastian stepped into the yellow glare of the high-beams, his boots crunching through the mineral crust. His right arm was still tucked flat against his ribs, the thick canvas of his jacket bulging where his hand remained wrapped around the walnut grip of the .44 Magnum. The wintergreen smell of the horse liniment was stronger now, mixing with the sour reek of the truck's diesel exhaust to create an atmosphere that was thick, suffocating, and entirely devoid of local color.

Shining black hair, sharp heekbones, shining silver eyes and perfect pink lips. He’s wearing a charcoal suit that probably costs more than my yearly tuition, the jacket was open, his white shirt unbuttoned at the throat, hints of his tattoos peeking above the collar. Who the fuck was he? Dr. Halvorsen suddenly hurries in behind me, slightly out of breath. “Aiden, thank you for coming so late. This is Nikolai Serrano. Mr. Serrano has requested, well, rather unusual curriculum adjustments that directly concern your schedule.”

It was clear, well-lit, and taken somewhere I've never come across. Four men stood, side by side, none facing the camera. Even though they weren't facing the camera, you could see what needed to be seen. One face. Four times. It was Drey, but not Drey. My brain and eyes didn't know how to put it at first. It felt like I was seeing Drey in four different faces. They look exactly the same but in different appearances. Like I was staring at the four shades of Drey. My hand started shaking before I felt it happening. The phone trembled in my grip but Victoria reached out and took it back, carefully, like she was removing something fragile from someone who couldn't be trusted with it.

"Third Brother, move it to the little left." "Like this?" Darren shifted his position and asked. Renea cocked her head and shook her head, saying. "No, a little bit more close." "I think it's good!" Darren looked at it and said. Kevin kicked him over and said, "Renea said that if it's not okay then it's not okay! Can your eyes see as accurately as Renea?" "Fourth Brother, how dare you talk about mine like this? Have you seen yourself, your myopia is eight hundred degrees." Darren also rebuked back.