Subversive Giants by Michael Todd & Michael Anderle & Laurie Starkey

Author:Michael Todd & Michael Anderle & Laurie Starkey [Todd, Michael & Anderle, Michael & Starkey, Laurie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LMBPN Publishing
Published: 2018-09-12T16:00:00+00:00

Brock and the team buckled their seat belts as the large military plane began to make its descent to the base in Colorado. The cargo area didn’t have any windows and it damn sure didn’t have luxury seating. They had no idea what they were flying into. Brock looked around at his team. “You guys ready for this?”

“Hell, yeah,” several of them screamed out.

Turner laughed, tilting his head against the seat and shutting his eyes. “Send me to hell, but fuck, don’t make me ride in one of these tin cans again.”

The turbulence hit them, rattling their teeth. Everyone laughed as they gripped the bottoms of their seats and tried to settle themselves. The landing gear folded down, and the plane hit the runway, bouncing for a second before slowing down to a stop. The guys unbuckled their harnesses and began gathering their stuff as the back hatch opened.

“All right, let’s unload, and then we’ll go from there. Just don’t get too comfortable,” Brock shouted as they headed off the plane.

They unloaded onto the runway and stopped as a group, looking around them at the old base. Turner lifted his eyebrows. “Uh. Don’t think I could get too comfortable here even if I tried.”

One of the other guys chuckled. “This shit is mothballed as fuck.”

Brock pointed a finger at him. “Hey, we’re only here for a little while. Make the best of it. I’m sure they’re putting all of this together at the last minute. If it’s good enough for Katie, it’s good enough for us. Now, put your rucks down, and let’s unload. Weapons and ammo check.”

The guys piled their sacks against a wall and started carrying crates off the plane. One of the guys lifted a huge crate of weapons, his muscles bulging under a dense network of tattoos. He side-glanced at the other soldiers walking around without shirts. He set the crate of weapons down and elbowed Turner. “So shirts are optional in this military?”

Turner’s head flew up. “Does that mean for the women too? I’m all about that rule if that’s what that means.”

Brock slammed a crate down in front of him. “I’m sure you’ll have time to figure out that you’re completely ridiculous, but for now, can you stay focused? The plane has a schedule to keep, and we need to get these crates off.”

Turner wrinkled his nose. “Sure, act like it didn’t cross your mind.”

The tattooed soldier laughed and walked back toward the plane. Brock was about to follow him when a hand landed on his shoulder. He stopped and turned. A staff sergeant stood in front of him. “Yes, staff sergeant?”

“I’ve come to take you and your men to your quarters.”

Brock nodded. “We have these last five boxes, then we’ll grab our rucksacks. Are we meeting with anyone tonight?”

The staff sergeant stood perfectly tall and straight, and Brock held back a smile, realizing he was new to the unit. “No. Your orientation is at eighteen hundred. You and your men are to come in desert BDUs, and everything else will be explained from there.

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