Ghost Ranger by Dayne Edmondson

Author:Dayne Edmondson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: army ranger, rangers, commando, undead, walking dead, undead soldier, magic, female young adult, female protagonist, female soldier, female army ranger, space battles, space opera, science fiction, space fantasy
Publisher: Dark Star Publishing
Published: 2019-03-19T16:00:00+00:00

TEN MINUTES LATER, we stood outside a windowless building on the far side of the camp. Signs posted on the outer walls and next to the door of the building warned of hazardous chemicals and poison. I swallowed hard.

“I hope you recruits didn’t eat too much,” Sergeant Ferrez said, an evil grin on her face, “because you might lose your lunch with this next training.”

I resisted the urge to slap my face with my hand. Of course that’s why they would allow us a relatively luxurious lunch - they wanted us to feel the most discomfort possible.

“This is the gas chamber.” She produced a mask from a crate next to her. “This is a gas mask. While most armor you wear will be hermetically sealed against chemical and biological contaminants, we are using these older style masks so you can easily remove them and take a sniff of toxic fumes. Everyone form up and grab a mask on your way in. Do not put it on yet.”

We all lined up and grabbed a mask as we passed into the building. Inside, a tile floor with bare walls and vents high above met us. When the last recruit entered, the sergeant sealed the door.

From there, Sergeant Ferrez and half a dozen other drill sergeants taught our group how to put on and clear the gas masks. After a dozen times repeating the maneuver, I felt confident.

“Now this next part may actually go in your favor. You’re the first group, even before the men, to breath in this gas. While teaching you about the hazards of hazardous chemicals we are also going to test your level of resistance to said chemicals. Put on and clear your gas masks.”

After we all complied, a hiss emitted from the vents and the room rapidly filled with a light green mist.

“When a sergeant taps on your shoulder, you will lift your mask and state your name, rank and FIN. Then you will replace your mask and clear it. This is to teach you to trust your masks, whether separate like these or built into your suit. Sometimes you won’t have time to seal your suit before you’ve inhaled. Begin!”

The sergeants began, a half dozen at a time, tapping us on the shoulders. Each recruit lifted their mask, shouted their name, rank, and Federation Identification Number.

I finally felt a tap on my shoulder and lifted my mask. “Rachel Halbert, recruit, three one one seven three nine two seven...” shit, I’d forgotten the next digit. Jarvis, are you there? I asked in the space between thought.

I am always here, miss, Jarvis replied. How may I assist?

Weren’t you listening? What’s my fake FIN?

Ah, yes. It is three one...

I just need to know the last three digits, I interrupted. Quick.

Ah, it is five eight six.

Thank you. “Five eight six,” I finished. Only a second or two had passed. I dropped my gas mask down on my face and clear it with a hiss. Then I felt my vision blur from whatever gas I’d inhaled.

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