Prophet of ConFree (The Prophet of ConFree) by Marshall S. Thomas

Author:Marshall S. Thomas [Thomas, Marshall S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction : Science Fiction - General Fiction : Science Fiction - Adventure Fiction : Science Fiction - Military
ISBN: 9781621416524
Publisher: BookLocker.com, Inc.
Published: 2012-10-14T22:00:00+00:00

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That night we ditched the aircar in the forest and met Rob in his cloaked Tri-Ark at the rendezvous point a short trek away in a forest clearing. We armored up in the Sweet Stuff, which had everything we needed because we had always been prepared for a battle. When we were all ready we took our seats. Bees leaned over Rob, in his pilot's seat, and said, "Bless you." Then she came to each of us in turn and touched each on the faceplate and outlined the sign of a cross before our eyes. "God bless you. May God be with you," she said. I wasn't sure what God she was praying to, but I didn't care. I'd take all the help I could get.

We swooped down on the Household Industries compound under dark skies. The Sweet Stuff was cloaked – a black bat, completely invisible to all defensive fields, electromag or visual. Inside the cabin, we appeared to be bathed in blood from the red night-vision lights.

"Approaching compound. Disabling aircar deflectors. Disabling electric fencing," Rob said. I could see the compound out the simports. Honey highlighted two guards at the main gate and two guards meandering around on the rear side of the compound.

"Insertion," Rob said. "Good luck, Angels! If you need firepower, just call. I'll be right overhead." Our call sign was Angels for this operation. We landed right inside the compound, not far from the sprawling bloc of portable building modules. The assault doors snapped open and we leaped out. The backblast from the Tri-Ark's thrusters was tearing up the compound, blowing random debris everywhere, but the Tri-Ark was completely silent and invisible. And now it was gone.

Arie and I ran for the rear of the compound. We intercepted the two guards who were jogging towards us to investigate the sudden dust storm. They each carried an SG clone. We took them down with buzzing blasts of canister darts that tore them to shreds. That creepy buzzing always made the hair on the back of my neck rise up.

"Prophet and Nitro in position," I reported. We squatted, invisible, by the wall of one of the building mods. The guards’ quarters were not far away. We knew there were sixteen more guards in there, armed with SG's. We watched as the tacmap showed the Prof and Smiley taking out the two gate guards at the compound entrance. There was a brief burst of x. One of the sentries had gotten off a few rounds before falling in a hail of silent darts.

"Damn it," Prof said.

"It didn't take long for the alarm to be raised. The door to the guards’ quarters popped open and several guards ran out, hauling SG's and struggling into A-vests. Arie and I were waiting for them. We fired canister darts and shredded the first few targets. The rest of them came out firing wildly, auto xmax, spraying the rounds around the compound while trying to spot us. We were invisible and we continued firing autodarts.

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