The Sentinel: A Military Sci-Fi Series (Hunter's Moon Book 3) by Walt Robillard

Author:Walt Robillard [Robillard, Walt]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Aethon Books
Published: 2021-08-16T16:00:00+00:00

Eighteen

The android Sanford pulled herself along the hall with her remaining arm. A security team reinforced with Generation Three, Robotic Infantry Modules, had blown off her other one. Losing her arm had thrown her off balance for when the RIM-IIIs had charged in. She avoided the first few attacks before one managed to latch on. They pulled her apart while she wore a passive face, indifferent to the damage she was taking. She slapped the side of a head, blowing it into a collection of useless parts missing its CPU. The guards had backed off, recalling the dog mechs so they could use the corners of the hall for cover against the sub-dermal plasma caster in her palm.

“How much do you think that'll cost to fix?” a guard remarked.

“Not our mechs, not our problem. When she clears the corner, we'll move forward to use it as cover to blow off the other arm so we can take her,” the team captain said. “Doctor Kot wants the CPU. Probably going to find out where she came from. Hazek, send a sneaker forward to see what she's doing. We don't want her to get too far so we can't get a clean shot.”

The trooper dropped metal marbles, which sprouted spider legs as soon as they hit the floor. They crawled up the wall, tapping their way across the surface no differently than would an insect. They stopped just shy of the corner, flopping to the ground.

“What happened?” the team captain asked.

Hazek was shaking his head from side to side. “Dunno. They just died. All my gear is fine though so it can't be an EMP or ion strike. It would've affected all of us.”

“Doctor Kot, this is team six-one-seven, we're stacked against twenty-oh-three-three, can you see around that corner?”

“Negative, Captain. We are in a feed black out from twenty-oh-one to oh-five. Stay where you are, utilize one of the RIM-III's to work the corner.”

The captain tried not to let his disdain for her tactics color his speech. “We just had our sneakers dead lined while trying to negotiate the hook. Same thing could happen to the bots.”

Kot came back immediately, “Then withdraw to the previous intersection while we push additional support to you.”

“You heard the lady. Move it back, kids.” the captain said, wagging his finger to the aforementioned position.

One of the RIM-IIIs trotted to the front. “Captain, would it not be prudent to send us forward? We are hardened against many attacks that would threaten other bots. Better to capture the intruder now before she gains access to reinforcements or some objective we hadn't thought of.”

Talking to the shapeshifting robots was always a creepy exercise for the team captain. If they were in their jackal form, he was talking to a robot dog. If they were in their hybrid form, he was talking to a man-jackal, which was something out of a nightmare. Either way, it was unnerving. It didn't help that the things spoke like Mylosi nobles stepping on broken glass.

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