Striker X Novels & Stories

Usually both. "So," Xavier started, a teasing grin spreading across his face like he'd just uncovered the world's greatest secret, "I'm gonna take a wild guess here and say this is all because of that stripper. Am I right? You've got it bad for her, don't you?" Something hot and protective flared in my chest. "You better stop it right there," I snapped, my voice coming out sharper than I intended. The words cracked like a whip across the empty space between us. "Don't call her that. She's not a stripper."

The shield turned into a swarm of black needles, whistling through the sterile air. ​Two of the guards dived for cover behind a heavy medical cart, but the needles found the gaps in their armor. The sound of metal piercing ceramic filled the hallway. One guard fell, his rifle clattering to the floor as his suit’s systems flickered and died. ​The final guard scrambled backward, his gloved hand reaching for a canister on his belt. "They're using the jump energy! We need the dampeners—"

I chimed. Striker’s eyebrows shot to his forehead. “ You are some foreign kind. Do you really think you can beat him? He is a monster when he is angry. It’s rare and…it’s terrible. So lay low, and stay behind me whenever he is around. ” I rolled my eyes, huffing. “ you don’t know me yet! ” “ That’s right. ” Striker nodded. I yelped as his arms came around my waist and picked me up before dropping me over his shoulder.

Striker smiled at me when we began our journey from the others “its been a while since I helped a Hunt. I think the last one was little Vexillum.” “And that ended well” Rolf rolled his eyes “didn’t even put a scratch on the beast. Pathetic” “I know you will do better” Striker winked at me “I’ve chosen quite a beauty for you. It’s only a few k’s from here.” “A few k’s?” I moaned “I have burnt hands from pushing that door! They aren’t going to last a few metres, let alone a few kilometres!” “I wasn’t aware you weren’t in the best shape to do this” Striker looked up at Rolf “we can call it off if you like…”

Striker asked, tapping the Bluetooth device in his ear. “Yes, boss,” the voice replied instantly. Striker gave one last glance at the men below. Then He stepped off the edge of the building and dropped down with precision. Moments later, he was back in his car, driving off into the night. His car eventually came to a stop in front of an abandoned warehouse. He stepped out and walked inside without hesitation. The elevator doors opened and He entered, pressing a hidden button. Instead of going up—The elevator descended, Deep underground.