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Authors: Eric S Brown
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somehow manage to get inside this base, we would be done for, plain and simple.”
“My Wolves are ready, Commander. They can head out within the hour,” Bree told them all.
Greg noticed Wally shoot her a look that was a mix of pride and lust. It was obvious the two of them were far more than people who happened to work together. Greg flinched as Commander Weger’s full attention fell on him again.
“Well, it appears your first day on the job is about to be a rough one,” Weger said to him then turned to Brad. “I want every soldier and militia unit we have mobilized. Half of them will be accompanying the Wolves as support. The other I want on alert and doing all that can be done to make this base more secure should the beasts refuse to break. Understood?”
“Yes, sir!” Greg and Brad said together.
The meeting ended as everyone scurried out to attend to their duties.
* * *
Greg shook the older man’s hand and winced from the pressure of his grip.
“Good to meet you, son. You better live up to what Brad’s told me about you. Today ain’t a day for screw-ups,” Hawkins said. Apparently, Hawkins was a longtime veteran of the war with the beasts according to Brad, and would be sticking by his side today. Despite his age, Hawkins’s muscles came through firm and strong beneath his uniform with each of his movements.
Greg rubbed at his aching hand after Hawkins released it. “Don’t worry, sir. This is a fight I’ve been waiting for for a long time.”
Hawkins grunted and turned away from him to return to overseeing the preparations for the militia’s departure. The mechs would be heading out to meet the beasts under their own power. The Bunker’s actual soldiers were double-checking the .50 caliber weapons mounted on their convoy of jeeps and one open-back truck in which sat an even larger cannon that reminded Greg of the anti-aircraft guns of World War II. The militia, however, were delegated to two ancient-looking military transport trucks, each containing over a dozen men, not counting the two riding up front in the cabs.
“Don’t let the old man get to you,” an all-too-chipper voice said from behind Greg, making him jump. A fierce, red-headed woman holding an AK-47 with a scar that ran diagonally over the right side of her face smiled at him. “He’s not so bad and he gets the job done.”
She couldn’t be more than twenty years old and her body was like that of an old world supermodel. “I . . . I . . .” He was finding it almost impossible to keep his gaze level with hers.
“You’re Greg, right? The new guy?” she said.
He nodded, heat filling his cheeks.
“You can call me Meagan” —she slammed a fist into his arm— “and today’s your lucky day because the old man decided to assign me to watch over you out there since he’s too busy to take on a trainee right now. Hope you’re ready for some hardcore on-the-job training.”
The heavy footfalls of a Mark I Wolf as it lumbered up out of The Bunker’s huge garage stole Greg’s attention. The Mark I’s thick silver armor gleamed in the sunlight before it vanished from his view into the world above. The wildly different looks of the types of mechs made it easy to tell one type from another.
“Yeah, I know.” Meagan frowned.
“What?” Greg asked.
“Those guys get to have the real fun, but don’t worry, I’m sure there’ll be enough beasts for everyone to get in their shot today.”
* * *
“You’re not going.” Bree blocked Wally’s path to the garage area where the attack group was assembling and heading out. “Don’t even think about it. I didn’t wait all these years to get you back just to have you throw it all away again.”
“ Bree ,” Wally said, but she wasn’t having any of it.
“No, Wally. You’re new here and you’re not military anymore. Whether you admit it or not, that means you’re under my command not Commander Weger’s . You’re staying and that’s all there is to
“My Wolves are ready, Commander. They can head out within the hour,” Bree told them all.
Greg noticed Wally shoot her a look that was a mix of pride and lust. It was obvious the two of them were far more than people who happened to work together. Greg flinched as Commander Weger’s full attention fell on him again.
“Well, it appears your first day on the job is about to be a rough one,” Weger said to him then turned to Brad. “I want every soldier and militia unit we have mobilized. Half of them will be accompanying the Wolves as support. The other I want on alert and doing all that can be done to make this base more secure should the beasts refuse to break. Understood?”
“Yes, sir!” Greg and Brad said together.
The meeting ended as everyone scurried out to attend to their duties.
* * *
Greg shook the older man’s hand and winced from the pressure of his grip.
“Good to meet you, son. You better live up to what Brad’s told me about you. Today ain’t a day for screw-ups,” Hawkins said. Apparently, Hawkins was a longtime veteran of the war with the beasts according to Brad, and would be sticking by his side today. Despite his age, Hawkins’s muscles came through firm and strong beneath his uniform with each of his movements.
Greg rubbed at his aching hand after Hawkins released it. “Don’t worry, sir. This is a fight I’ve been waiting for for a long time.”
Hawkins grunted and turned away from him to return to overseeing the preparations for the militia’s departure. The mechs would be heading out to meet the beasts under their own power. The Bunker’s actual soldiers were double-checking the .50 caliber weapons mounted on their convoy of jeeps and one open-back truck in which sat an even larger cannon that reminded Greg of the anti-aircraft guns of World War II. The militia, however, were delegated to two ancient-looking military transport trucks, each containing over a dozen men, not counting the two riding up front in the cabs.
“Don’t let the old man get to you,” an all-too-chipper voice said from behind Greg, making him jump. A fierce, red-headed woman holding an AK-47 with a scar that ran diagonally over the right side of her face smiled at him. “He’s not so bad and he gets the job done.”
She couldn’t be more than twenty years old and her body was like that of an old world supermodel. “I . . . I . . .” He was finding it almost impossible to keep his gaze level with hers.
“You’re Greg, right? The new guy?” she said.
He nodded, heat filling his cheeks.
“You can call me Meagan” —she slammed a fist into his arm— “and today’s your lucky day because the old man decided to assign me to watch over you out there since he’s too busy to take on a trainee right now. Hope you’re ready for some hardcore on-the-job training.”
The heavy footfalls of a Mark I Wolf as it lumbered up out of The Bunker’s huge garage stole Greg’s attention. The Mark I’s thick silver armor gleamed in the sunlight before it vanished from his view into the world above. The wildly different looks of the types of mechs made it easy to tell one type from another.
“Yeah, I know.” Meagan frowned.
“What?” Greg asked.
“Those guys get to have the real fun, but don’t worry, I’m sure there’ll be enough beasts for everyone to get in their shot today.”
* * *
“You’re not going.” Bree blocked Wally’s path to the garage area where the attack group was assembling and heading out. “Don’t even think about it. I didn’t wait all these years to get you back just to have you throw it all away again.”
“ Bree ,” Wally said, but she wasn’t having any of it.
“No, Wally. You’re new here and you’re not military anymore. Whether you admit it or not, that means you’re under my command not Commander Weger’s . You’re staying and that’s all there is to
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