Storm Furies - eARC by Wen Spencer

Author:Wen Spencer
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Fantasy, Urban, Contemporary, Action & Adventure, Fiction
ISBN: 9781982193546
Publisher: Baen
Published: 2024-08-06T04:00:00+00:00

23: IT WAS A GRAVEYARD SMASH

Oilcan could feel the Stone Clan shield that Tinker’s little sisters were holding far to the west of Oakland. He followed the feeling through the forest to almost the shore of the Allegheny River. At the last bit, he veered south, coming back into the city at Butler Street. Something huge and glowing was plowing through a house, setting it on fire.

“A phoenix scorpion!” Thorne Scratch nestled close behind him on his hoverbike. “We will not be able to easily fight it. Your shield will attract it, so we will have to face it.”

Before they reached the scorpion, though, a massive spell arrow killed the monster.

A hovertank came flying out of a side street. It turned and then did an odd hop up as if it was visibly startled at their presence.

“It’s Oilcan!” Nikola’s little boy voice came out of the tank’s speaker.

“Oilcan! Oilcan! Hey, Oilcan!” the three little girl voices joined in.

Dear gods, where did my baby cousins get Tinker’s hovertank when she never found a big enough printer to actually make a final version? Are they actually inside the tank or is this some other kind of dream walking?

Oilcan dismounted from his hoverbike and waved the others to stay back. Thorne Scratch had already met the babies at the ice cream shop, both as mice and a large dog, so she seemed unsurprised by the new twist to their appearance. Nevertheless, she and Moon Dog started to raid the weapons crate for supplies.

The tank glided over to him in a way that would have been intimidating if it wasn’t for the babble of tiny little voices all talking at once.

“We found a back door to Tinker’s computer system…” “We met our grandma elf out on Neville Island…” “Marti says you’re Orphan! Well…she didn’t actually say it to us…” “…we didn’t hack Tinker’s system or anything—someone else did that…” “We’ve joined the Resistance!” “…we hacked Marti’s email looking for information on the Resistance…” “…and we found the plans for this tank!” “…but that is so cool! We listen to your songs all the time!” “…grandma elf said we need to save…” “…Team Mischief reporting for duty! Vive la Résistance!” “…Sir Galahad, the White Goat, and the baby dragons inside the nactka before it’s too late!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Oilcan waved at the tank. “Not all at once! What grandma elf?”

“That doesn’t matter!” A mini Tinker ducked around the tank. Joy sat on her shoulder, eyeing all Oilcan’s rescue and retrieval crew with suspicion. The mini Tinker looked exactly like Tinker had when she was nine, down to the bad haircut. More importantly, she looked just like Tinker did when she was shaken and scared but trying not to let it show.

“At least, right now it doesn’t matter,” she clarified. “One of Esme’s evil half sisters—Danni—is trying to use a nactka to kill all the elves in the Westernlands! We stopped her for now but she might have a backup casting circle.”

One of her half sisters?

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