Chaos of the Covenant Series Box Set: Books 1-3 by M.R. Forbes

Author:M.R. Forbes [Forbes, M.R.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2018-09-19T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Gant paused at the junction between two of the crossing corridors, leaning over to glance around the corner before pulling his head back just in time to avoid notice from the incoming soldiers.

He growled softly, annoyed with how easy he had thought getting to the communications link would be, and how difficult it had become. The lower decks of the Brimstone were surprisingly populated and active, apparently having been turned over to the ground units to use as a training facility. More than one squad had gone jogging through the same hallways he was now attempting to traverse, and while most of them had been unarmed and unarmored, they were great enough in number that he was beginning to question whether or not he would be able to kill them all.

Especially since he had lost his gun back on Drune.

First things first. He was almost to the link, and he had managed to stay out of sight so far. It had just taken too damn long to get this far; long enough that the Brimstone had arrived off Anvil and he still hadn’t gotten the fragging beacon activated or sent Abbey a fragging message.

He paused, clamping his jaw to keep himself from chittering in frustration. This wasn’t the time to screw up and give himself away.

The soldiers moved past, heading along the adjacent corridor. Gant slipped out behind them, padding across the floor to the next corner. He scanned the area. Clear. Then he sprinted down the hallway to a door simply marked “Comm Service.”

“Please let the link use computers and not brains in fragging jars,” he whispered as he tapped the door control. It slid aside, revealing a small room surrounded by big, black metal boxes. “Praise Gantrian.”

“What the frag?”

Gant froze, closing his eyes. “I take that back,” he said as he opened them again, whirling around.

“A Gant?” the soldier said, staring at him. “Since when does Ursan have a Gant?”

“Have a Gant?” Gant replied. “What am I, a pet? I’m the ship’s engineer, shithead.” He stared down the soldier, hoping the retort would be enough to send him on his way.

“No. I’ve been with Ursan for two years. I would have known if there was a Gant on the crew. Where the hell did you come from? Wait a second. Balor mentioned some crazy ass Gant that attacked them -”

Gant threw himself at the soldier, his lightsuit giving him the power and speed he needed to reach the man’s head. He twisted in the air, his foot stretching out and catching the soldier square in the jaw. He could feel the bones break beneath the blow as he altered his trajectory, bouncing off the side of the wall and landing smoothly while the grunt reeled from the attack. He didn’t hesitate, moving in and grabbing the soldier’s leg, his strong grip turning it and flipping the man over and onto the ground. He scrambled up and wrapped his hands around the crew member’s head, pulling violently, rewarded with a quick snap.

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