Coyote Rising
“Lars’s voice came to him as a whisper, carried by the subcutaneous implant within his left ear. Clark Thompson looked away from the windswept waters of the channel to peer up at the Eastern Divide. The limestone bluffs were slick with the rain that fell from the lead sky; he couldn’t see his nephew, but he knew Lars was hiding somewhere up there, watching the entrance to the Monroe Pass, the narrow river gorge that led through the Divide. Good. If he couldn’t see him, then no one else would either.
Thompson touched the side of his jaw. “On foot?”
“Skimmer. Too large to get through the pass, so they’re hiking the rest of the way in.”
“How many?”
“Ten . . . no, twelve. Wait a sec . . . make that fifteen.” A pause, marred by a thin ripple of carrier-wave static. “We’ve got a clear shot. Want us to drop ’em?”
Fifteen Union Guard soldiers, arriving on an armored skimmer from Liberty. From their vantage point on the ridgeline, Lars and the four men with him could easily pick them off, no do...ubt about that.MoreLess
Thompson touched the side of his jaw. “On foot?”
“Skimmer. Too large to get through the pass, so they’re hiking the rest of the way in.”
“How many?”
“Ten . . . no, twelve. Wait a sec . . . make that fifteen.” A pause, marred by a thin ripple of carrier-wave static. “We’ve got a clear shot. Want us to drop ’em?”
Fifteen Union Guard soldiers, arriving on an armored skimmer from Liberty. From their vantage point on the ridgeline, Lars and the four men with him could easily pick them off, no do...ubt about that.MoreLess
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