Grendel Uprising: The Complete Series by Scott Moon

Author:Scott Moon [Moon, Scott]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-02-26T22:00:00+00:00

7

MIDDAY

KLAK MOUNT TRADING POST

GRENDEL 0473829: SURFACE, MOUNTAIN PASS 83D2B

MISSION CLOCK: n/a – FUGITIVE

Klak Mount Trading Post served Seccon’s every need, except there was no modern military garrison waiting to follow his command. He had to assume his few confederates had been discovered and captured — or with any luck, killed — before they secured transport to Grendel. The Hawk Clan, led by the badly wounded Jorgo the Giant, still controlled access to the mountain pass where the trading post dominated the east/west commerce route — and that wasn't good. The gate guards atop the stone walls were less than generous without bribes to warm their hearts and he needed to get people inside before Jorgo massacred every man, woman, and child.

His situation deteriorated hour by hour. To make his situation perfect, he estimated that less than one percent of the Grendel population understood sarcasm.

More than half of the Sky Clan villagers were injured, including Sveinn, who suffered shrapnel wounds while running to help his twin sisters and burns while bashing the head of a Commonwealth commando who had moved in right after the artillery barrage. Seccon forced his mind away from the memory. Twice in as many minutes he had feared Sveinn dead.

Everything he had done would be meaningless if he could not prove the crimes Dan Uburt-Wesson had committed against his own family. To do that, he needed at least one of them alive to present to the House of Lords and Commons.

Now he looked at a four-meter-high door made of iron-banded timber and a gatehouse fashioned from well-laid stones. The owners of the place might not recognize laser-cut stonework or modern construction techniques, but Seccon understood this place had been built during the pre-colonization phase. If he were lucky, there might be a bunker under the primitive replica.

Two men stood at the top, leaning on spears and flirting with Borghild.

“You’ll be fucking yourself, I say.” Borghild had a way with words that Seccon hadn’t anticipated when they first met.

Gunnarr moved in front of Borghild. “Is Candon still your Bondi? He asked about my sister the last time our clans met at the Althing.”

The two guards sobered. One left and came back with a severely blond-haired boy about Gunnarr’s age. His skin was albino white and he looked both grave and glad to see Gunnarr.

“Ivar, it is good to see you. Can I bring my people in? We have wounded,” Gunnarr said.

Ivar waved his hand without looking at his guards and the gate swung open. He was thin for a young man of Grendel, tall and almost willowy. Although he didn’t look strong, the men of the trading post seemed to fear his displeasure.

“It is good to see you, Gunnarr.” Ivar’s deep voice was quiet. It contrasted with his delicate physical appearance, but seemed to fit him as though from frequent and strenuous use. He called his steward and gave orders for the people of Sky Clan to be admitted and cared for. “My father has gone to the Great Hall.

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