《The Sons of Adam: The Boy Named Nod Book 1》Check Up
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Sisters are, without a doubt, a pain in the ass. Not a fleeting pain. Not sitting on a tack. More like a vicious beating with a paddling board.
"That's fine Becca. If you want to be a pacifist, I have no issues with that. We, however, are mercenaries by trade and need to work to pay for food," I said, exasperated. "It's been weeks since your rescue and this won't last forever."
Rebecca sat, hands folded in her lap, dress neatly pressed. "We've got plenty of money for right now. If everyone got a conventional job, we could do this without violence."
I pushed away from the table in disgust and stamped off.
"Will someone, anyone, keep her occupied so I can plan this raid in peace," I growled.
But of course no one offered. No. Not after that delicious breakfast. Not after a goodnight story. Not after she drew a hot bath or served green tea or polished revolvers or cleaned a topcoat. Of course no one offered to help me. Ignore the fact that all this fine home was given to us by the man that killed them. Ignore the fact that I gave up years apiece for each of them. Ignore the impending danger.
Instead, we'll sit here and be bloody well pampered.
"Did you want your coffee Michael," Rebecca asked sweetly, standing. Her purple and white dress even vaguely resembled a maid's dress.
"Why yes please. Thank you for bringing it to me," I said, a smile on my face.
She smiled back. That smile vanished as I spun and hurled the cup at Mr. Jonathan's head.
"Get up you hairy twit. We're going, now, planning be damned," I shouted.
Mr. Jonathan sat blinking from his spot on the couch. He had dodged the cup by the barest half inch and now sat nearly in Trevor's lap. The wolf faced brothers looked at each other, as if they were countries looking across the Atlantic at each other's fashion sense.
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"You too lone gunman. EVERYBODY, we're LEAVING," I roared.
I turned back to Rebecca as her lip quivered. "We have work to do. Like I said, I don't care if you do or don't fight. I love you dearly and am glad to have you back, and to fight or not is your choice. For the rest of us, it's a job."
"But Michael..."
I turned around, snugged up my tie, and headed out the door. Everyone else followed wordlessly, shoulders rounded and heads hanging. Even the imps. The snow had stopped falling during the night but it was still frigid. We slogged through the drifts, unsure of exactly how we were going to get to the West Worthington lab.
But by God, we were going.
I can't plan worth a damn when angry. As usual though, this bit of observation was reserved for the moment where we're surrounded by large fellows in thick suits carrying mini-guns.
"Are you sure you're up to this Mr. Nod? This is a complex operation. We need you to obtain the sample of the Berlin Flu antivirus West Worthington is storing in the lab we've designated Omega. Other contractors will handle other lab sites. But we're going out on a limb here offering you this position. We're content to just obliterate the antivirus if it means forbidding West Worthington a competitive edge. But we'd prefer to have the edge ourselves. Understood?"
"Understood. Heavy resistance?"
"Count on several sanitation squads. We're talking about the biggest cash cow this city has seen since the creation of the arcologies. You do this, do it right, they'll be more work for you."
"Have no worries sir. There will be no chance of failure."
No. Of course not. Chance won't be involved at all. It'll be a guaranteed failure.
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Stupid Nod. Very stupid.
We had all moved as a single unit with the intent of a full-frontal attack. We ignored the small amount of intelligence that we had and assumed the small cadre of guards at the reinforced gates were the extent of their defenses. I was impressed. We made it halfway across the courtyard before the sanitation squads rose out of the ground. It was brilliant bit of entrapment. Certainly took us by surprise.
So here we stood as they continued to rise, guns starting to spin up.
I heard Trevor's twang behind me. "Hey boss?"
I sighed. "Yes Trevor?"
"About our line of work?"
"Yes?"
"I think I'd rather be a musician. Or truck driver. Or professionally beg."
"Wouldn't we all."
That's when I saw the teddy bear. Teddy - polar - bear actually. The one carrying a machete. It was grinning through steel trap teeth as it leapt it the air and brought the machete down on one of the suits still rising from the ground.
A platoon of toy soldiers was marching into the east flank of the suits. Each one carried a bolt action rifle slung over its shoulder. As the sanitation suits ascended, the toy soldiers formed a firing line. Fire. Advance. Crouch. Line behind fire. Advance. Crouch. More modern toy soldiers in fatigues stood in the back of radio controlled pickups, manning miniature bed-mounted machine guns.
And on every toy, there was a strand of hair looped around an arm. A leg. A wheel.
"Hello brother. Am I late?" Rebecca's voice carried on the wind like a melody.
"No sis. You're right on time." I turned to the rest of the team. "Well gents, what are you waiting for?"
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Observing Death
When death is just the prelude to torment, what will it take for you to break? When the story becomes difficult to understand can you hold on and finish what you started? If not then you better get lost, clearly patience is not for the weak. I'll upoad every Mon, Wed, and Fri same time, 5am.
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Set in a future where humans are extinct, a hybrid race emerges from the ashes of a war four centuries old. These are a blend of human and an alien species called the Atra. These humatrans have inherited what remains of the decimated planet Earth. The abilities they’ve been born with have the potential of saving the future or condemning it. On the run from his own father, Sarafyn, young Jason Jacobi must come to terms with his fate as the firstborn of prophecy. A seemingly unplanned fellowship is pieced together from the remnants of society, sworn to safely escort Jason to Durham, Oklahoma, where his father was born three centuries earlier. Sarafyn’s memories of his youth reveal how his innocence was warped by an alien bent on becoming a god. Yet perhaps, such protection is needed. As humatrans are crawling from the womb, humanity slowly recognizes the threat they represent and vows to wipe them off the face of the planet . . . by any means necessary.
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