Undying Mercenaries 2: Dust World - Plot & Excerpts
It was a close thing. I was out of uniform, unarmed and too tall for their liking. “Halt!” boomed a voice. “Identify yourself!” They didn’t even wait for me to comply. Skittering and flailing, I threw myself down as a bolt sizzled in the air over my head. “McGill, James!” I shouted. “Weaponeer, 3rd Unit!” The firing stopped. I quickly worked my tapper, synching it up with the local network again. I’d forgotten I’d turned it off in order to make sneaking away easier last night. “Advance, hands on head.” I did so, and when they recognized me, they cursed my name. As I made my way past the pickets, a guard drove the butt of his rifle into my back. Under different circumstances, I would have grabbed that rifle and twisted it around—but I didn’t have the heart. After all, the guards were right. I shouldn’t have been running around outside the camp all night long.
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