Heavy Weapons (Grendel Uprising Book 3) by Scott Moon

Author:Scott Moon [Moon, Scott]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-06-17T05:00:00+00:00

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AEFEL & JORGO

GRENDEL 0473829: VALLEY OF LIGHTS

MISSION CLOCK: N/A

AEFEL gathered ammunition when he could, despite the countermeasures the New Galactic Order soldiers used to protect lost gear. Each projectile was slightly different than his own, nearly impossible to use except that he had faced this problem on other worlds and always figured something out.

The Valley of Lights held dead soldiers of all shapes and sizes, new humans of the Commonwealth, and Grendel natives as well. Swords, cloaks, and food were at least as valuable for a lone survivalist.

He sat on a rock overlooking a lake, aware he was visible but certain there were no threats at the moment. Lights from the castle built from modern materials illuminated one end of the valley as though magic had found a home on Grendel. Once, he saw a pair of helicopters rise from behind the walls and run a circuit of the many meadows that had become battlefields over the last few days.

What would Fey and the others think of machines flying through the night, loud as thunder and black as storm clouds?

Wounds throbbed all over his body. Some were from battle. Others were crude surgical attempts to free himself from cybernetic “enhancements.” The longer he was without such things, the longer he resented having them in the first place. The only parts he planned to keep were the structural braces protecting bones and certain joints. When he had access to a qualified medical team, those were gone as well.

He refused to be a killing machine under the control of the Earth Systems Commonwealth or any other political entity that arose from the chaos following Dan Uburt-Wesson’s assassination.

Wounds and equipment checked, food and water consumed, he moved on to a deer trail to follow Jorgo.

It wasn’t his best plan.

Over the last few days, he had witnessed the brute survive after being separated from his clansmen despite the natural rule that no one survived alone. He understood this better than most. Continuing on like this was possible, but not if he wanted to make progress. He wanted to do more than survive and give his enemies the finger to their backs. He wanted to win.

Most of all, he wanted to save Fey.

Don’t lie, Reaver. You don’t want to save her. You want to run away with her and live happily ever after. What kind of soldier are you?

“I’m getting soft,” he said aloud.

Jorgo waited for him near a clearing with a single boulder in the center. Aefel thought it might be an electronic monitoring station disguised to fit the environment but didn’t care. Whoever controlled the modern fortress could watch him and the rest of this sorry ordeal easily enough, with or without his core internals betraying him night and day.

He moved up the trail to face his enemy.

“I should kill you, off-worlder,” Jorgo said, appearing too exhausted to attack.

Aefel kept his distance. “Do you understand what that means?”

“Your kind are abominations. Hell will claim you in the end and Valhalla will be forever denied to you,” Jorgo said.

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