These Are The Plunderers Novels & Stories

was gone, replaced by the messy, chaotic sounds of a mountain reclaiming its territory. ​"They aren’t soldiers, Alpha," Marcus said, spatting into the ash. He pointed toward a line of sleek, armored carriages idling on the southern road. "They’re lawyers and logistics officers. The 'Gilded Scavengers.' Now that the Sovereign is gone, they want to negotiate for the 'Data-Cores' we buried under the rubble."

They wore tattered, patchwork hazard suits, gas masks taped together with duct tape, and carried AK-47s that looked like they had been dug out of the mud. "Stalkers," Finch whispered. "Scavengers. Illegal treasure hunters. They live in the Zone. They hunt for 'Artifacts'—objects altered by the anomalous energy of the Vault." "Are they Council?" Jack asked. "No," Finch said. "They are worse. They are desperate. They kill for filter cartridges and canned beef." There were six of them. They were moving in a loose formation, tracking something. "They're tracking us," Marcus realized. "They found our boot prints in the mud."

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

No measure seemed to work so I resorted to the extreme. 'The plunderer' A device of my invention that was designed to plunder the technological information of any device and store it in another. Any device that was plundered would revert to the natural state of the raw materials they were made of. Most things would revert to a pile of dust after being plundered so it sounded like a great solution to the machine problem. It was a great solution but the effect was that we would be back in the stone age which most people wouldn't be able to survive. The other option was to remain in a world where no one would survive so in the end, the plunderer was activated worldwide and the world was reset.

After all, plundering treasures was never straightforward. As soon as the group entered the ancient tower, they were met with a cacophony of shouts and clashes, a fierce melee. "That treasure is mine! Put it down!" "You dare to steal from me? I'll have you dead." "Everyone can just drop dead. All the treasures are mine, mine!" The items being fought over were mostly gold, silver, and jewels, but the strength present was all beneath that of a Lord of War. Alas, desperate people had little dignity left.

"Within the Dragon Domain, there are many ancient ruins. While wandering in the wilderness, my clan inadvertently came across a ruin. We decided to explore it and found that it was the tomb of a powerful fighter of the past. After his death, he left behind many treasures and precious materials. Naturally, we collected them. But when we brought them back, the Shermans found out about what we did and sent people to hunt us down. Fortunately, we encountered you. Otherwise, we wouldn't know what to do." "Those people are despicable. But don't worry, since I've taken charge of this matter, I will keep you safe," Adrian promised. Lamar patted Adrian's shoulder and replied, "Thank you so much.” "Do

I asked and Shril-voice’s smile tore his hips in half. He promptly took off his backpack and threw it between our persons. He slowly unzipped the bag and brought it closer to my eyes so that I to see what was inside. “Doughnuts”. *** We were already on the move through the forest again. This time two more warriors had joined us. The so-called Rogues that hunt Rogues. They had given themselves that name a few minutes ago. We were already more than halfway through our route as General Raand, our map reader, had informed me.

I say. Hunt flinches at the casual mention of the fact that Raoul seems to have it out for me. He is the leader of the Thieve's Guild and ever since we joined it has seemed as if he wants me gone. Not just out either, but gone. Completely. I will just have to add him to the list that seems to be getting longer and longer lately.

Perhaps in the past, it would make me sit and plan this hunt for weeks, but now I've got an army, let the blood flow. KWE mercenary guild has already grown and the gunslinger group has already been divided into smaller groups we call Platoons. Each platoon consists of thirty-foot soldiers, one communicator or tech geek and then a platoon commander. Sending a well-trained platoon along with me just to take out Alhaji seems more of an overkill than a simple hunt, but I don't care, the more souls that fall during this vengeful hunt the closer I am to my goal. “Attention!” The platoon commander said while the soldiers saluted as soon as I stepped into the armoury. They were all dressed in black,

he whispers. I look again, trying to get a location on where he is. “Is that … is that Landon and Lila’s room?” “I think so,” he says. “Do NOT approach, Hacker!” Raptor says in the earbud. I totally forgot we were connected to them. “Venom, Intrigue, and Hellfire crossing the northern border of the pack,” Venom says. “We’re almost there, Hacker. Do not do anything stupid!” Raptor says. “He’s here, Raptor. Even if we back out, he could come for us. Better to be on offense than defense,” Hacker murmurs.