The Young Soldier Series: Books 1-3: A YA Military Sci-Fi Boxset by MK Clark

Author:MK Clark [Clark, MK]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bad Bomber Publishing
Published: 2021-06-30T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

October 23, 627 T.A.

Don halted, shocked. He watched as his old friend bullied the others into leaving, hardly daring to believe it was true. He had never expected to see anyone he knew, let alone Tyson.

Tyson turned and looked at Don. His friend wore a look of someone regarding an unexpected problem. Don's heart sank.

It must have shown because Tyson clapped him on the shoulder and smiled reassuringly. "Keep walking," he murmured. "Don't want to get caught in a mess."

Don obeyed automatically, letting Tyson lead.

When they reach a deserted hall, Tyson faced him again. He was not pleased; that was obvious. "What in seven hells are you doing here? Trying to buy your bullet?"

Don leaned against the wall. He could feel his face pulled tight with anxiety. "Not particularly, but I think they're intent on that happening."

"They? They, who?" Tyson asked.

Despite everything, Don's spirits lifted a little. He was no longer alone.

"There's nothing you can do, Ty," he said. "It's the big guys. They've sent a group of us down here, spread us out. Something to do with needing soldiers who have pilot's training."

Tyson shook his head. "No way, man. Flyboys don't fight with infantry. You know that."

Don stayed quiet as a group of soldiers passed. He watched them till they were farther down the hall before turning his attention back to Tyson. "Aye, I know. All of us know, but there's nothing to be done. It's orders."

Tyson shook his head, and Don wracked his brains for something, anything, to make his friend understand. As limiting and frustrating as it was, he couldn't tell Tyson the real reason they were here.

"Listen, this isn't just some whim. They got something up their sleeves."

Tyson's frown deepened. "How do you know?"

"Because," Don answered carefully, "they didn't just pick some random pilots. They picked us 'cause we're good at ground-thumping, and we're good at what we do. Some of the best at what we do. They got our aces here."

"You an ace?"

Don swore. "I'm not playing around, Tyson. I was as good at ground thumping as you in Basic. I just chose to be a pilot."

"So, you're not an ace?"

Don swallowed a frustrated answer. The taunt carried a familiar tone. He studied his friend's face and saw laughter in his eyes. He forced his shoulders to relax and attempted to match Tyson's humor. "I cause too much trouble."

"Atta boy," Tyson grinned. "Now, where are you headed?"

"Honestly?"

"You have no idea."

"Pretty much." Don nodded. "I think it was to report in and get assigned."

Tyson's eyes narrowed at this. Don could see the wheels turning in his head.

"Uh-oh," he said.

"Uh-oh, what?"

Don laughed. "That face. That is not a good face. That's your I'm going to cause trouble face."

"This is not a face!" Tyson replied indignantly. "Well, it is a face. It's my face, but it has no meaning."

"I'll try to remember that when your secret plan starts rolling."

"It's just a face!"

Don lifted his hands. "Okay, okay, I surrender."

"Follow me," Tyson growled. He started off down the hall, Don followed safely beside him.

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