Forging the Nightmare: A Jarrod Hawkins Technothriller by J. J. Carlson

Author:J. J. Carlson [Carlson, J. J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2017-10-11T23:00:00+00:00

Jarrod settled into a dense copse of junipers on the near-vertical slope. Using his hand to dig into the hillside, he made a depression just big enough to fit his body. Then he grabbed rocks and lined the outside of the makeshift foxhole. He hoped the hasty barrier would conceal his heat signature from below, and he was almost certain the junipers would hide him from the helicopter.

Two vehicles parked at the base of the ridge, and Jarrod assumed they were heavily armed. Staying low, he activated the hand-held tracking device. A small, black bar appeared on its display. As the tracker oriented itself to the isotopes in Jarrod’s leg, the black bar filled the width of the display, indicating its target was very close. Jarrod lifted it above his head, and a single white line appeared in the center. When he set the tracker on the ground, there were two white lines through the middle of the black bar.

A wide black bar means close, one white line means below, two white lines mean above.

Jarrod moved the tracker all around his body, trying to find the source the signal he was giving off. The device seemed to be homing in on his right calf. With a thought, Jarrod pulled the black armor away from his lower leg. There was no evidence of an implant or injection of any kind.

Whatever it is, it must be subdermal, Jarrod thought. Anything painted on the outer layer of skin would wear off over time.

The semi-liquid armor on Jarrod’s hand started to move, first coagulating into a lump on his thumb, then sharpening to a razor’s edge. Without hesitation, he dug the razor into his calf and cut downward. Blood poured from the cut, soaking his lower leg and pooling on the ground. He removed a six-inch strip of flesh, placed it on a rock, and held up the tracker. The directional bar spun wildly, focusing on his leg then swinging back toward the strip of flesh.

With no time to lose, Jarrod sharpened his other thumb into a razor and continued his field-expedient surgery.

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