SGT. THOR the Damned by Jason Anspach & Nick Cole

Author:Jason Anspach & Nick Cole [Anspach, Jason & Cole, Nick]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: WarGate Books
Published: 2024-03-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Five

The priest and the other Spartans had still not given up what the mission, or “the jump,” as they referred to their objective in coming to this forsaken and haunted edge of the Ruin, was.

This had been what the raging first sergeant was after with the latest and last of his men to arrive and he ran his interrogations just short of full Spanish Inquisition.

It was clear the two heartbreakers who trailed him knew their way around how to make someone talk. So there was that implied threat.

Thor hadn’t cared. The only thing that had concerned him was surviving the three days “behind enemy lines” with wounded and on the move. What happened next would be a “tomorrow problem.” For whatever that was worth.

Sato and Alluria were, on the other hand, more interested in the reasons the Spartans had come this way.

But to their credit, the troopers, even the wounded, hadn’t talked. There was always the corporal and the priest watching them. Reminding them what was expected of the Spartans even in dire situations that made bleak look like a Sunday picnic.

They’d hadn’t talked on the topic of why they were going to where they were now at.

Satisfied, barely, the white-hot senior storm-cloud NCO allowed that everyone be brought into the Karthians’ fort finally. The priest had explained that all that was told to the three new strangers who had come inside “the walls” was that the Spartans were operating deep in the wastes, well beyond the lands they called theirs. And all that was explained regarding this, insisted the priest and backed up by Corporal Max, was that they must link up with their brothers at the Well of Azzim. Then there would be further “operations.” The trio of strangers who’d relieved them in the village of vampires had agreed to hump with them and hadn’t pressed too hard.

When the corporal confirmed the OPSEC to the first sergeant, the senior NCO merely glared at him, then nodded as though Corporal Max’s word was enough to satisfy him. Barely.

Again, some unspoken moment passed between First Sergeant and Corporal.

Thor noted this as… strange. Unfinished business or bad business, perhaps.

Again, not his circus, not his monkeys. He was just as ready to cut them loose and continue deeper into the waste for reasons he hadn’t fully explained yet.

Even to himself.

But the smell of action was thick among the Spartans, and as an undead Ranger used to like to say whenever he got tasked with a pump in spite of his latest Article 15, “Action is the juice, Sar’nt.”

Then Tanner would smile his half-undead smile and inhale the smoke that drove all the hard-chargin’ Ranger NCOs nuts, letting the smoke spill out the ragged remains of his throat and the bony side of his face.

Thor could detect OPSEC when he smelled it. And something was going down here and that pointed to action and edges. The Spartans were good at keeping it secure, and no loose chatter was given away even though

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