Scout X Tracer Novels & Stories

Dre shouted horrified. “Xeon said he had everything in control,” Alpha Arrow frowned. “You don’t understand, Daddy !! Unknown to others, Treco is a Beta and a tracker too ! He can easily circumvent all traps and can instead, lure the enemy to his planted ones. Oh fuck ! What about Xeon ? And damn ! I swore in front of you. Shit ! No not again dammit ! Ughh,” Dre said infuriated but then successfully, shook himself out of the cursing loop. “Sorry for cursing, Daddy but I gotta save my mate,” he urgently said.

And next to them, two small, deadly-looking pistols. “The trackers are subcutaneous,” Michael said, his tone all business. “I can inject them. They’re untraceable by any standard scanner. We’ll be able to follow your every move. The firearms are a last resort. If you have to use them, you’re already in more trouble than you can handle.” Arthur didn’t hesitate. He rolled up his sleeve. “Do it.”

" It can look for bugs, hidden signals, and other things that might be sending our location. This will reveal anyone who might be a traitor. Xander's gaze expanded. "You've had that for how long?" Brad coldly answered, "I've been saving it for a moment like this." "Everyone, put your electronics down. Everything will be scanned. They all reluctantly obeyed. There was a soft beep as Brad turned on the scanner. The gadget whirred to life, displaying lines of code on its display screen. It looked around for a few anxious minutes, looking for any irregularities. Then it came to an end. There was a signal when the screen flashed red.

It wasn’t words; it was a map, a glowing picture of the forest, their cottage, a tiny dot in the middle, about a mile northeast, another dot pulsed with a faint, sick green light. Another seed. The Scourge piece they caught wasn’t just a prisoner. It was a divining rod, resonating with other pieces scattered in the world. Their weapon had become a tracker. A cold truth sank into them; their job was more than survival. They were wardens now. Hunting not one enemy but shattered parts of its mind and their prison must be fed. “It’s guiding us again,” Ash said flatly. “Like before.”

The scout on the left screamed as the blinding sapphire light overloaded his night-vision gear, his rifle discharging harmlessly into the ceiling, chipping chunks of old concrete down into the sludge. Leo burst around the corner before the smoke could settle. He didn't use his blade. In the tight space, he weaponized his raw physical mass. He slammed his titanium-clad shoulder directly into the first scout’s chest, pinning him flat against the concrete wall with enough force to shatter the structural composite of his tactical vest. The man went limp instantly, dropping into the shallow water of the drain. The second shooter tried to swing his rifle barrel toward Aria, but she was already mov

He could have been just trying to get under our skin. “Or captured,” the scout I know says. Caleb immediately dismisses that. “He’d rather be dead.” “It’s a two day drive to the edge of the forest where Tristan was headed,” says the scout I don’t know, pulling the conversation back on track. “We have a car and can take you there.” “We want to see for ourselves where this trail leads,” says the scout I know. “You can address me as Scott while we’re together.” “And I’m Wade,” says the other scout.

"They have orbital sensors, Santino. They’ll see the heat signatures of the Battalion." "Then don't take the Battalion," Santino replied. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a small, heavy lead box. "This is a passive scrambler. It’s old tech—Soviet era—but it’ll give you a twenty-minute window where your biometrics won't show up on the satellites. It creates a localized dead zone." He handed the box to Luciano, his eyes grave. "Use it wisely, boy. Because once that window closes, the city belongs to the ghosts. And Vesper doesn't miss twice."

"And we can't let our guard down again." Romero stepped forward. "I agree, Lord, but we also need a plan for retaliation if they strike again." Scarlett watched anxiously as her father considered their options before finally nodding in agreement. "You're right," he said resolutely. "We don't back down from threats like this. We'll gather all our resources together." "Did you get the license plate number?" asked the IT specialist. "No," Scarlett shook her head. "But we need to find out who it belongs to and fast."

kay, so he gets points for having more skill than I would give a hunter credit. I always figured hunters used whatever bits of magic they picked up to hunt us down and find new inventive ways to kill us. Though I suppose being able to disguise themselves as well as Khalid’s Clark Kent glasses would help them better infiltrate and make stealth kills if their target could recognize them.

Scar walked out as she got on a tractor, She turned the engine on ,it roared to life,she shifted the gear as the tires moved forward,the reporters screamed still taking shots. Scar stood up raised her hands, fingers splaying wide, and made a sharp, downward slashing motion with her hands ,they turned stunned looking at her. “What's she going to do” “Will she hit us with the tractor” She sat down shifted the gear, stepping in the accelerator, straight she rammed into the nearest reporter's van.she reversed drove forward again with more speed towards the reporters. Confusion and panic set in as they dashed to their respective vehicles, screaming packing their wares driving out , Cindy fled wit