Scout X Tracer Novels & Stories

The employees look at each other, half-expecting me to blow up, before turning back to their computers. “Sir, there’s hacker by the name of Tracer has resurfaced. They’re one of the best,” a nearby employee calls out to me. “They’re known for their quick work and strength. They once took down a rival of the Obsidian Pact within minutes. They’re deadly.” “Give me a computer. Let me talk to them,” I stand up and move to a nearby workspace. One of the employees stands from their seat and scurries away. I sit down behind the computer which has the chatroom screen. Tracer has accepted the job, sending me a message.

The Sanctuary would receive funding and security. And at the end of one year, I would be free. There was one clause that made my stomach twist: The Tracker agrees to sever all ties with Silver Ridge Pack, including but not limited to: communication, territory access, and pack bond obligations. I would become a true Rogue. No going back. I found a pen on a nearby table. My hand shook as I brought it to the paper. "Once you sign, you're mine," Victor said softly. "Say it. I need to hear you understand."

a voice barked over the guards' shoulder radios. Sean’s guards didn't hesitate. They didn't shout warnings. They simply moved. Two guards shoved Tracy into the armored SUV while the other two opened fire. They weren't using standard bullets; they were using high-impact kinetic rounds designed to shatter bone and stop a man in his tracks without killing him instantly. The first hunter took a round to the chest, falling back into the van with a sickening crunch. The second tried to return fire, but his rifle was knocked from his grip by a precise shot to his forearm.

A seasoned scout standing to Jax's left slowly lowered his tactical rifle, his chest heaving as his hands physically shook against the metal stock. "But sir... I don't know if I can," the scout stammered, his voice tight with a deep, instinctual panic that overrode his training. He was asking a wolf to fire on the face of his own Alpha. "I mean... they look just like you and Jax. And..." The scout swallowed hard, looking physically ill as his trembling finger pointed deeper into the shadowed cavern.

"State your location, tracker." "I’ve been assigned to a extraction convoy for an outer-sector scouting run tomorrow at dawn," Tracy stated, her voice carrying a rare, nervous vibration over the secure link. "The terrain is highly volatile. Can your unit provide secondary cover on the ridge?" Calculating the layout of the upcoming weekend cycle, I replied, "Confirmed. My blade will be on your flank." Tracy paused, her scent turning slightly anxious even through the audio feed. "Will the Supreme Alpha tolerate your unit deploying away from his central security grid for a full sun?"

“As y’all know, Maliyah has been tasked with assisting me as scout leader. She has fought Alastor numerous times and can help give y’all an idea of what you’ll be up against. You will all also train with her in her dragon form from time to time.” Everyone in the room nods in acknowledge and doesn’t question my being in the room. Their survival bags are packed and they are each give a potion created by Dimitri to help with their scent. Dimitri found a way to change their scent so they appear rogue but he couldn’t make their scent disappear. They requires the death of a human and of course we aren’t going to start killing them. Each scout has been granted the ability to teleport as well as inc

He leaned forward, looked down at me, eyebrows raised. I rubbed a hand over my belly. Nodded. "Sure. Who wants to start?" We all looked at each other. Nix laughed. "I can." She pushed her empty plate to the middle of the table. "For the rest of you, I put a tracer on Scarlet and her unit. By extension, that tracer is linked to anyone hooked into Kiema's power. It does nothing but provide me an exact location in space and time." Ransom, Saint, and Kord gritted their teeth but didn't say anything.

His watchful eyes scan the surroundings, ensuring the safety of their journey. Hunter, adorned with his trusty spear and a dagger tucked into his wrap, takes on the crucial role of scout, swimming at the forefront of the group. His weapon of choice, a sleek and sturdy spear, is poised to strike at a moment's notice, ready to defend against any threats that may emerge. The gleaming blade of his dagger serves as a versatile tool for close-quarters combat or precise underwater tasks.

Tristan moved forward, his boots gripping the icy metal. The outrider—a bipedal scout-walker armed with twin rotary cannons—was stomping along just ahead of the lead transport. The pilot inside the glass canopy hadn't noticed the *Mammoth* yet. Tristan broke into a sprint. He leaped off the edge of the cargo roof, diving directly toward the walker’s glass canopy. The pilot’s head snapped up. His eyes went wide with shock. He jerked the control sticks, trying to bring the rotary cannons up.

As someone whose combat prowess was far above his actual energy level, this was a massive gain! The last skill in Mane’s repertoire was Scout. Scout didn’t simply improve, it evolved. It was no longer Scout, but a skill called Trace. Not only did it vastly improve Mane’s sensing ability from a 100 meter radius to a 500 meter radius, it also allowed him to mark a maximum of five people and trace their movements as long as they were within a 500 meter radius. The limit in distance decreased if the number of people being Traced was less. With every less person Traced, there was an increase of 50 meters.