The Imperialists: The Complete Trilogy by Kofruk H.T

Author:Kofruk, H.T. [Kofruk, H.T.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2015-07-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14: The Saracen

‘Most of the people who didn’t die immediately after the orbital attack were in the countryside. Monks in more secluded areas came to assist the civilian population. None came within thirty miles of New Kaliningrad or any other large city, however, which was understandable. I can’t figure out how I survived; in one hour, I was exposed to more radiation that a human could endure in a lifetime. But two months later, here I am. My hair is starting to fall out and blisters have appeared on my shoulders and back. I thought I was from some deep gene pool that made me immune to radiation. But no, I’m just a tiny bit more resistant.’ – Irene Thomson, last survivor of nuclear attack on Constantine, holograph recording, year 2913

Paul couldn’t take his eyes off the man. He was tall, perhaps a couple inches taller than Paul with a fit, slim body. His deep-set, piercing eyes looked as though they were drinking in all information. The Saracen hadn’t shaved for a while and half of his face was hidden in thick stubble. Every nerve in his body told him to kill the bearded Saracen who had brought death on his mentor.

The Saracen obviously knew his impulses. Although he looked relaxed, Paul could tell that Adam’s killer was deadly ready for any sudden movements. His armour had been deflated but he still had a sidearm on his waist and the clawed weapon on his right forearm.

The Saracen said something in Arabic to Paul. When he saw Paul didn’t understand, he switched to the One Tongue and then to Chinese. “So you are the one who has been coordinating attacks on our beloved Mount Lebanon for the last three months?”

Paul understood the One Tongue perfectly well but decided not to dirty his mouth with the bastard offspring of English. “I am Sir Paul Camileri, Knight of the Grey Order and commander of the Second Grey Army” he replied in Chinese.

“And I am Colonel Nabil Abdul-Hadi, commander of the 19th Peace Alliance Infantry Battalion.”

“Are my men prisoners?” Paul asked sharply.

The Saracen chuckled. “Why would we rescue you just to hold you as prisoners? We have taken the weapons from your men just as a precaution, which is understandable given the conflicts of the previous months. But we have left yours, even your accursed sword.”

“We didn’t need rescuing” said Paul unconvincingly.

“Our observations told us that you did. Within minutes you lost a quarter of your men to those aliens. Your Orthodox masters don’t seem to require your services any longer”

Paul found the irony of the situation almost risible. He had tried for months to fight his way to this position on one of the peaks of the cedar tree-clad mountains. He was finally there only after losing everything else. For all he knew, the reinforcement troops led by Sir Clovis Unther were all dead and Constantine had been bombed to radioactive dust.

They were in a bunker at least ten feet underground and lined with bisimigen.

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