Ogres at Alcatraz Isle by Judy Goodwin

Author:Judy Goodwin
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: humor, swords, monsters, short fantasy, ogres, badass female protagonist, short and funny stories, fae creatures, urban action adventure, fae fantasy adventure
Publisher: Judy Goodwin
Published: 2018-04-18T00:00:00+00:00

The radio buzzed in Cathy’s hand. She thought she heard Robert say something—it sounded liked “Kinda busy.” Then the radio went dead.

She looked to Roscoe and Ortega. “We need to get inside. Now.”

Ortega held her gun pointed up and strode over to the door. She frowned as she reached out and slowly turned the knob. To all their surprise, it wasn’t locked, but she couldn’t open it either. “He’s blocking it,” Ortega grunted, pushing on it. “Something heavy.”

Wasted seconds could mean loss of team members, including Robert. Cathy felt her heart hammering in her chest. “Get back here. Roscoe, grab a trash canister. We’re ramming it.”

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When Fegruk reached the dining hall, he stood blinking, unable to accept what he saw. Four humans hovered over the dark gray body of his clan mate, Womar, trying to put something which looked like a delicate black bracelet around the ogre’s thick wrists. Two argued back and forth, while a third one banged a small black rectangular object against his thigh. “Cathy!” the fellow called, though Fegruk couldn’t tell which one he was addressing, considering that all of them were male. ‘Cathy, can you hear me?”

Fegruk decided he’d thump Womar later for letting the humans best him. He roared and charged the three, waving his broadsword in a sweeping arc. One of them tried to shoot those annoying little threads into him again. As he had with the other humans, Fegruk simply cut the threads with his sword before the painful shocks could slow him down. He grinned at their look of horror. Then he attacked again. A slash to the first human’s chest—he waited to see the guts spill, but instead his sword encountered some kind of hidden armor protecting the man. He roared in frustration. His next swing would take off the fellow’s head. He doubted their strange gadgets would fix things then.

He swung, but the men stumbled back, pulling out those little fire sticks that Fegruk so hated. When one pointed it at him, he had sense enough to duck, listening to the explosion of this world’s deadliest weapon. He felt the wind of something pass by him, like an arrow but invisible. He’d seen such a thing kill Ursatz’s former commander.

Fegruk turned and ran, heading away from the humans, back towards the dungeon cells and the prisoners. Perhaps the sword maiden’s offer wasn’t so bad after all.

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“One, two, three—Go!” Cathy ordered, holding her end of the garbage bin as they charged the door. The smell of rotten apple, cigarettes, and something indescribable assailed her nostrils but she plowed forward, until the front of the bin struck the door. They managed to force whatever was holding it back a foot or so, but no more. Grimacing, Cathy set down the bin and wiped sticky soda off her hands. She studied the opening. “I can get through that.”

The sound of gunfire echoed from inside the prison. No time to waste.

Cathy turned herself sideways to squeeze through, even as Ortega, Roscoe and Denton shoved at the door, trying to get it just a little more open.

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