Monster Hunter Memoirs: Sinners - eARC by John Ringo & Larry Correia

Author:John Ringo & Larry Correia [Ringo, John & Correia, Larry]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
ISBN: 9781476781839
Google: AtSZjwEACAAJ
Amazon: 1476781834
Publisher: Baen
Published: 2016-11-14T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 15

Shoot to Thrill

“That’s a sight you don’t see every day,” Milo said.

“Around here?” I said. “Not every day, but…”

The sobek—so called after the Egyptian deity—was not particularly happy. It was taking serious issue with the Maryland Drive pumping station on the 17th Street canal. It apparently had someplace to be and the pumping station was in its way.

The sobek was about fifty feet in total length but didn’t seem very well designed. Crocodilian, but it kept trying to stand upright, trying to climb up the levee to the pumping station, and failing.

“We need that thing dealt with.” The speaker was the representative from the Army Corps of Engineers. He pointed to where it was tearing at the structure of the levee. “That does much more damage, we’re going to have a major incident.”

“I think we already do,” Ray said, pointing to the crowd of people up on the rail-road bridge. They were pretty far away, but it looked like plenty of people were taking pictures.

“MCB’s problem,” I said. And the witnesses had been here before us, so we weren’t going to get blamed for it. At least the monster was mostly concealed by the canal, so the people on the bridge were the only ones watching. “Trevor told me about this. These things get summoned out of Lake Pontchartrain every few months. You can see the damage from the last one. Some houdoun priest or priestess probably has a case of the ass with someone downstream. Thing is, if it gets to the boat pull-out, it can walk ashore. That will be bad.”

“All it takes is some heavy firepower,” Adam Greer said. “We’ve got a McMillan Tac-50 in the truck.”

“Fifty bounces off the head bone,” I said. Shelbye had got me up to speed on shooting giant crocodile monsters. “Unless you get a shot in the sweet spot on the back of the head. And you’ve got to get it right in the brain, which is surprisingly small. We could get up on the railroad bridge, take the shot from there. Angle’s about right.”

“That works,” Ray said, looking up at the crowd. “Katie?”

“I’m up,” she said.

“I’ll tote,” Greer said.

“Why, such a gentleman,” Katie said, batting her eyes.

Damn. So much for making a run at her.

“I’ll bring a spotting scope,” I said.

I hadn’t dealt with a sobek yet, but I’d had plenty of description from Shelbye. She really did consider them delicious. Of course, she thought you could eat a naga if you got it cooled off fast enough and kept it from deliquescing.

Cajuns.

We all walked up onto the bridge. There were about twenty people up there. Fortunately, school was still in session or there’d have been twice as many.

“It’s hoodoo squad,” one of them said.

“Hey! Hoodoo squad! Can I get your picture?”

“Please don’t,” Ray said, with a pained expression. “The FBI is just going to confiscate the film.”

“And we need to take care of this little issue,” I said. “It’s about to get very loud.”

“Which one are you?” a girl in her twenties asked.

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