The God's Titan by Anthony James

Author:Anthony James [James, Anthony]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-03-03T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

The one thing Vance did not curse was the stasis field. With the incoming rocket halfway across the room, the Firestorm’s stasis negation pulse elapsed and the obliterator core’s own fifty-metre stasis pulse activated. The rocket hung in place, trapped in zero-time and just beyond the perimeter of the localised negation pulse. Inside their own pocket of normal time, Vance and his soldiers were free to act.

“Move!” yelled Vance. The muscles in his legs bunched and the soles of his combat boots squealed against the floor as he launched himself into a sprint, heading for the side wall to his right.

Only a few soldiers already near the right-hand wall were confident of their safety, while nobody else wanted to risk being caught in the coming explosion. The perimeter of the obliterator’s stasis field prevented escape deeper into the room, leaving the only option as a dash to the right.

“Mack, Carrington, be ready shoot anything that comes through that door when the stasis ends!” shouted Vance at two of the soldiers who were already out of the coming blast’s radius.

“We’ve got you covered,” said Carrington.

Vance made it to the right-hand wall five seconds into the ten-second duration of the negation effect and he darted around one of the tables to keep it between him and the blast. Four soldiers were already there. Vance made it five and Corporal Charnos made it six. There was enough physical space for them to fit, but the table wasn’t going to offer much protection.

“Come on!” roared Vance, making great sweeping motions with his hand. Private Drawl had been farthest away, along with Private Lumis, and while the former had a whippet-like turn of pace, the Daklan wasn’t nearly so rapid across the ground.

“Two seconds!” bellowed Charnos.

Hurling himself full length, Lumis vanished from sight behind a table, just as Drawl – several metres ahead – did likewise.

“Be ready for the stasis switchover!” said Vance.

As he spoke the words, he sensed the Lavorix rocket resume its flight and heard it crash into the wall. The explosion flashed bright and Vance crouched lower still. Expanding air carried intense heat and it washed over the squads.

“Danstol, give them one back!” said Vance, rising to his haunches. He ignored the friendly temperature warning which pinged onto his HUD and fired rapidly into the far corridor, hoping to keep the enemy pinned.

“Grenade out!” said Drawl, somewhere behind the next row of tables.

The grenade arced into sight and Vance calculated it would land exactly in front of the right-hand entrance. A Lavorix ran straight into the blast, even as Drawl had a second grenade on its way.

Vance couldn’t watch too closely and he hurried once more to the left, following a pace behind Private Danstol. The coils on the Daklan’s shoulder tube warmed up and he broke stride long enough to get a sighting of his target.

“Rocket out,” said Danstol. Then, he made a peculiar grunting sound, audible over the expulsion of the missile and the whoosh of its acceleration.

“Shit! Corporal Hendrix!” yelled Vance, seeing the blossoming redness on the Daklan’s chest.

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