Transformers Smokescreen Prime Novels & Stories

"NOW!!" We jumped out of the way as Jacob dropped the two large smoke bombs to the ground floor. Immediately, thick white fumes filled up the air, temporarily blinding the wolf vision of the army of werewolves. I knew it would affect them more because they were transformed fully and I was grateful things were going according to plan.

' "Ok." Sazkia nodded. She tried to control herself. She also tried to obey everything Lina asked. Lina, who was sure of Sazkia's promise, immediately brought her lips closer to Sazkia's ear “He is wearing a green shirt. He's a soldier. He's in the very front corner. He was looking at you" Sazkia nodded slowly. Her head, which She had ordered automatically to turn to the man Lina was pointing to through her sentence, She immediately directed to where Prasetya made Lina hit her.

I turn to Noah as I whisper. "We have to move now." He nods his head, although I see the fear in his eyes, I motion for mark to bring out the battering ram, as I pull out a smokescreen, the door is down in seconds, and I throw the smokescreen into the room, putting on my heat sensor goggles so I can see where the heat sources are.

He rasped as he fought his way through the smoke. (I can hear you. Are Talen and Heath near you?) “No.” Rhett replied. “Shit!” He saw something through the smoke, little blinking lights, and a shadowy shape facing away from him. From the labored movement, he realized that it was a zombie. A zombie with some fancy hardware around his neck and head. Rhett dropped to one knee, lowering Cameron to the ground, preparing to fight.

Each of the canisters erupted with deep black smoke that spread quickly and practically obfuscated everything. The smoke was so thick that the terrorists without augmented visors could hardly see past their snouts. But even worse, those without helmets or environmental suits couldn’t breathe. Numerous terrorists began to choke and gag from the smoke that surrounded them. Out of sheer panic, they ran in various directions and caused absolute chaos wherever they went. They accidentally knocked around other Fundamentalists, or broke their formations, or interrupted their aim. Of course, the security forces didn’t have any such problems. The combat visors installed in their armored helmets allow

But it’s a moment too long. Glenn’s eyes dart to the distraction. His hand, shaking and desperate, plunges into his own belt. A sharp, metallic ‘clack’ sounds against the stone of the altar. Instantly, a thick, sulfurous violet smoke erupts, billowing outward with such intensity that it swallows the entire clearing in a heartbeat. The world is plunged into darkness and the acrid smell of burnt chemicals. "Daryl!" I shout, coughing, shielding my face as the smoke burns my eyes.

A voice boomed over the loudspeakers—a cold, bureaucratic voice that sounded like a death warrant. "Vessel 002. Alpha Anchor 001. You are in violation of the Global Sovereignty Act. Surrender immediately for 'Repurposing.' Any resistance will result in the immediate annihilation of Sector 7." "They're going to burn the slums if I don't go," I realized, the Lagos-grit in my soul warring with the protective instinct of a girl who had finally found her family. "They’re going to burn the slums anyway, Zora," Dante said. He pulled a small, silver cylinder from his inner pocket—a high-end Vane Global "Smoke-Screen" device. "Give me the coin."

He screamed at me and chuckled. “I thought I’ve already lost you there. Those fellows didn’t want to be stung by the smoke so they waited for it to go away, hoping that your life is also taken away with it,” he informed me. “Oh.” That was all I could say. Well, I did realize it a short while ago. So the Elite Aryan Army had that kind of smoke technology to maim or even kill an opponent. I wondered what it could do to an ordinary Aryan. And I wondered what was in store for me once I get through this twisted recruitment process, thanks to the Aryan King.

I whisper into the sky as I drift off to sleep. *** Droplets of fire fall from the sky. Liquid embers pool, puddles and streams on the ground. Soot, ash and smoke are all around me. I’m terrified as I search for him. In the distance, I can see the massive silhouette of his wolf. There he is. My mate. He will reach me. Fire continues to rain down, and suddenly, his sapphire eyes and coal black coat are all I can see. “Unega! Unega!” He’s shoutin’ through the mind-link, but I’m so confused and disoriented from the smoke.

Richard hit the ground, his spine thudding against the dirt. "Stay. Put." Joshua turned back to the pit. He didn't use a lighter. He didn't use a match. He cracked the amber vial and poured a thick, neon-green liquid over a pile of dry pine needles. A soft whump followed. No smoke. No orange flame. Just a steady, intense wall of blue heat that shimmered in the dark. "Chemical catalyst," Joshua said, answering the question Richard hadn't asked yet. "Smokeless. Odorless. The Tundra scouts won't see a thermal bloom on their sensors if I keep the pitch low."