Climatic Climacteric Omnibus by L B Carter

Author:L B Carter
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2020-04-24T04:00:00+00:00

The sudden rustle snapped Ace’s face to the left. He had told Henley to go. Stubborn girl, she never listened to his—

The woman who emerged from the corn wasn’t blond. Her hair was long and dark. And she brandished some rod above her head in both hands as though ready to bring it down on his stomach.

Ace instinctively curled up in a fetal position and rolled to his right, covering his head and brainstem with his hands to protect his most vulnerable spots.

There was a loud thwack, then another clunk, and the whir of the drone’s engine dropped in a dip-thong then attempted to get back up to speed.

Ace peeked through his fingers, uncurling slightly on the ground. The woman gave the drone one final whack, and its engine cut out as it plummeted to the ground right where Ace had been laying, digging itself slightly into the dry soil with the residual spin of its rotors.

He rolled further away, flattening more corn. Then he popped to his feet, squaring off with the woman, still unsure if she was a friend or foe. The item—a bat, he thought—lowered to her side as they both ogled the carnage: several broken-off stalks that Ace had destroyed himself, and a damaged drone in kicked up soil, half buried in the earth.

“Vamanos,” the woman snapped then turned and vanished between the remaining upright stalks she’d emerged from.

Ace gave one last look to the drone then hoofed it after her as the buzz of other drones picked up in the distance. Did they hunt fallen comrades like ants? He didn’t wait to find out if Henley had given them that feature. Only a few steps, and he’d caught up to the woman he was speculating was Little Lindy. “Thank you.”

“De nada.” It didn’t sound very meaningful. They had led BSTU straight to her and her family.

“I’m sorry…” Ace’s voice was low to avoid picking up the remaining drones’ sensors, but it had to be said.

Lindy didn’t answer, making a turn and disappearing. Ace darted after her, emerging suddenly onto the gravel of the open area in front of the house, on the porch of which Henley, Jen, and Reed were standing, facing different directions, calling his alias in soft whispers, clearly having realized the danger of raised voices.

“Buster!” Henley’s voice was relieved when she saw him, and she trotted down the porch steps in a hurry.

It was nice to be welcomed. Ace felt some warmth that had nothing to do with the sweat pouring down his skin beneath his clothes. And simultaneously, he felt a loosening of his muscles at seeing her unharmed and in relative safety.

“Thank God,” she breathed, pulling up in front of him, her eyes flicking over his physique, presumably to affirm he was okay.

A small smirk slipped from his lips. It felt really nice.

“Dios did nada,” Lindy said, passing them as she made her way up onto the porch.

“Thank you,” Henley amended.

“And thanks to Henley who woke us up. Where are your glasses?” Jen questioned Ace, her nose scrunching up.

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