《Angel and Wolf》Chapter 8: The Bandit Line
Advertisement
Present
Days after having returned to his home in Germany, Michael was back on his way to yet another place. One eight hour flight to Texas, a drive into Arizona to a border town. A motorcycle ride into the desert.
Inside his shanty little wood shack, there lay a dark skinned man on an old army cot. Michael knew he had a friend here, but part of maintaining security was that nobody knew the exact days and times of his arrival. To announce himself, he slid the back of his bike and faced it toward the door of the shack and began spinning the back tire, throwing rocks and dirt at the little building.
Waking up to the sound of revving dirt bike and clattering rocks, Marcus went to the door and stepped outside with a laughing grin. His hair was dark gray, his skin was a darker espresso brown. His complexion was rough from years of summers in the desert. A glock 21 sat in a holster on his hip. He stood outside chuckling as Michael dismounted the bike.
“Ya know,” Marcus said with his sarcastic smile, “For a super ninja, you’re a noisy motherfucka.”
Shrugging, Michael pulled out a pack of tribal cigarettes. “I could racialize half your ass next time,” Michael said as he handed the smokes and fresh lighter to Marcus, “Maybe you want menthols.”
Marcus chuckled, wasting no time opening the pack to get a cig in his mouth and test his new lighter. “For a nonsmoker, you sure know your shit old boy”
Michael nodded. “I sure had a bunch of you to teach me all about that smoking dipping vape shit.”
As Michael stepped into the shack, Marcus pointed him to a duffel bag that sat waiting for him. Inside the gear bag sat a couple rifles and some clothing. Tan combat shirts, multicam combat pants, and a tan plate carrier with magazines already loaded and placed in their pouches.
Advertisement
The first rifle he pulled from the bag was an M4A1 with a custom upper receiver, comprised of a 10 inch barrel, chambered in .300 Blackout. His magazines were loaded with 220 grain subsonic ammo, which his red dot sight was very much zeroed for. Also attached was a PEQ-15 infrared laser emitter and a four inch government grade silencer and a mount space behind his optic for placing a night vision device.
The other rifle, sitting in a bag inside the duffel, was a customized AR10 with a 20 inch stainless steel match barrel. Attached was a variable power scope with a front focal pane bullet drop compensator reticle. Under the barrel was an old harris bipod. The stock was an adjustable five position stock. This weapon was zeroed for surplus match ammo, 175 grain M118LR, this weapon had very consistent performance at just slightly beyond military requirements.
Putting on his equipment, he listened to Marcus explain the details about how the cartels were getting emboldened with a continuation of the Mexican government's inaction against them, as well as a small deconstructed portion of the Arizona Mexico wall. Local law enforcement was under equipped to handle the cartels heavily armed incursions. Michael and his very small team were the locals only hope at getting any kind of advantage over the roaming bandits. The only problem Marcus really saw, “At a distance, the police don’t know where you’re from.”
“We’re invisible to the law here,” Michael tried to assure Marcus, “We’re making their jobs easier.”
Marcus shook his head. “I know society came a long damn way, but I’m black and brown. They gon’ hate my ass twice around here.”
Michael rolled his eyes, refusing to care. “You’re American, we both know that,” Michael grumbled. “Anyone unable to grasp that, they’re too far gone.” Slinging his M4 to his side, Michael grabbed and gently shook his drag bag with his AR10 in it. “Nobody’s getting that close to us anyway. If they do, they won’t live long.”
Advertisement
Marcus grinned, enjoying Michaels way of reassuring people with his forecasts of violence. He geared up, grabbing his AKM with a drum and a fixed 4 power optic. He was not the expert shot that Michael was, but he was quite proficient at placing volumes of fire on his enemies.
Once both of them had everything, Michael and Marcus got on their bikes and rode south towards their intended ambush point. There was a drug smuggling route that they intended to disrupt, as well as a possible arms shipment that they planned on taking and giving to a local militia in hopes of causing problems for the cartels and bandit operations in the area.
Basic kind of work for soldiers or guerillas. Not so doable by the sheriff, binded by laws and policies.
Advertisement
Summon Imp!
Travel with a newly born demon as he grows and learns in his own world as well as in other worlds as he gets summoned again and again. Usually to die or kill for others in strange and exciting places, but it's never certain what the next one will bring. It has its perks. With each new world comes a new story with new experiences and new lessons. There is always more to see, more to learn and more to know. Maybe, someday, it will all make sense. For now he will just work hard to become stronger, to be useful and, hopefully, survive that way. A coming-of-age story, but different. Things start to slow down to a crawl. Colors blur into one another until my vision is completely white. All I can think is "Shit, not this again!" I hate being summoned. _________________________________ updates once a week until I get more time The idea for this story began in two places. One was the ridiculously rapid pace of gaining power in many novels. Both in games and in novels, I enjoy the struggle of the beginning character, why always the rush? The other was the way many monster or non-human MCs always seem to hurry to become human (again). It always felt like a cheap way to grant the character extra powers without the difficulty of writing a non-standard thought process. Thus I wanted to write the slow(ish) progression of a monster character gaining strength and intelligence, while remaining distinctly non-human. There are no stats, xp or systems, no reincarnated soul or completely formed being to start with - unless I want to make fun of those. While the MC 'evolves', the process takes months if not years to proceed step by little step. Sit down with me and imagine, what would it be like if...
8 169Earth 2.0
**This is a system Apocalpse Novel. mostly** Joe was living a comfortable life in the foothills of California after years in the military Joe just wanted to relax with his four dogs and maybe find a women who could put up with them. Unfortunately this was not meant to be, Earth was about to be find itself the focus of an alien civilization, and he was living at ground zero.
8 230I Came Back In Order To See You
1980, a new land appeared in the Pacific Ocean, alongside specials abilities. Humans capable of creating fire with only a simple thought, or others with senses greatly enhanced. 40 years later, a student from this new land disappeared from the surface of earth. After working in another worlds for 50 years and gained colossal powers, she finally came back in order to see the one that she longed for the most. However, only 10 days passed in her world. *Will NOT contain : rape, attempt of rape, NTR WILL contain : Yuri (Girls Love)* **English is not my native language, so I might make mistakes. I will try my best on this point**
8 199The Strongest Skill: Getting rich while becoming stronger
[Congratulations!! you have levelled up] [Skill Replication has levelled up] [Skill Replication allows you to replicate any one of the abilities of the opponent] [Please choose the ability you want to replicate] [1. Passive Regeneration] [2. Stone Skin] At his death's door, Muto Kenshin, a low leveled Hunter with a crappy skill who was struggling for a living discovered a blue window floating over his head. Realizing that his life has now become a game, he takes full advantage of it to become stronger and earn money. Read how he rises from being a poor waste to a truly rich and strong Hunter, all while wooing countless girls with his charms.
8 1408A God's Champion
James was an Operator who had the misfortune to die in battle. Instead of his soul moving on to his just reward, it is intercepted, and James finds himself on a new mission. Asked to be the Champion for Ignatius, God of Embers, he finds himself in a different world, fighting impossible creatures and trying to survive. Their lives now depend on his completing the Challenge and ranking in the top 500. But the odds are stacked against him, and he was a better operator than a swordsman. Chapters released Monday, Wednesday and Friday at 12:30 Warning: After Chapter 11, the MC undergoes a significant change of class and race. This is due to a couple of factors. The first is that when the MC was created, James didn't know what he was doing, so he picked what he thought would work. The second reason is that he had access to more information to game the system a little. The premise is like when you buy a new video game and decide to play it without RTFM. After creating a great character and making it to the end of the first act, you realize that, although your character may be kewl, it is gimped and will not survive until the end of the game. Going back to the start, you create a new character with the knowledge you gained from playing the game and perhaps, peeking at the manual.
8 103Avenger's Soulmate
After 2 years, Lorelia finally decides to moved to New York with her friend Katie for her senior year of high school and to return to being a shield agent. Little did she know that she was going to find all 13 of her soulmates and that they were all earth's mightiest heros. Will they be able to help help her or will they just cause more damage to her."I just happen to be soulmates with all the avengers, well that's... something"
8 192