Tag: action

Experiment: Logan Jones (data) Ch6

guardiandoggLeave a comment

Chapter 6

Trigger laughed as he stared at Logan’s earnest face. He waved a hand at the glowing sword in Logan’s hand. “Teach you?! I don’t think there is much I can do to help you Mr. Logan of the Jones.” He said.

Logan shook his head. “I disagree. I want to learn how you learned to master wind magic. I’ll give you one wish for your trouble.” He said smoothly.

Trigger froze as his mouth was open and then he nodded his head. “We are agreed. One wish. At my time of choosing and you won’t be able too refuse me.” He said and held out his hand.

Logan took Trigger’s hand in a shake and then let go offering him back the glowing sword. Trigger shook his head backing up a step. “It is yours Mr. Logan of the Jones. As I said do with it what you will. Your instruction will start right away when you’re ready.” He said.

Logan turned to look at Darla. He nodded to her before he threw the sword to her. Darla stepped toward him and caught the sword by the handle in the air. She nodded to sword and tested it with swing in the air. “It is a fine magical sword. I’ve never seen the like of it.” She said.

Logan nodded. “It’s yours. I have no need for it. I’m going to make my own weapon.” He said with a grin.

Darla frowned at him. “I can not accept this. Are you offering me bribe? That would be very unwise of you.” She said.

“Wrong. Let’s try it again. Your supposed to say thank you my Lord for the gift. I promise you to reward you in bed tonight as is my duty.” Logan said with a wave of his hand toward her.

Darla stared at him and then smiled slowly. “I see. Thank you Master for you gift. I promise to reward you with the bounty of my warm body tonight for your pleasure.” She said in a thick Swedish accent to Logan’s ears.

Logan grinned nodding his head. “I approve. I’m glad you appreciate my benevolent kindness.” He said.

“Hero Logan Locus.” Sargent Jai said.

Logan looked at Sargent Jai and waved for him toward the other heroes. “Please excuse my interruption to you’re proceedings. You can get back to it. I’ll be learning from Trigger. I’ll keep to myself and learn what I need to know for the job King Harold hired us to do.” He said.

Sargent Jai stared at him. “Hero Logan Jones. I will assign to you you’re magic teachers and trainers and you will follow my instructions.” He said.

“What class are you?” Logan said.

“Excuse me?” Sargent Jai said in slightly annoyed question.

“What class are you. I’m just wondering.” Logan asked again unbothered by the tone in Sargent Jai’s voice.

“I am Warrior class with two decades of experience in combat and war against the demon nation. You’re teachers are experienced healers and warriors as well. You will be well up for the task once you have concluded your training here at the castle training grounds. You do well to follow our instructions and do what you are told for you’re own good of course. Do you understand me?” Sargent Jai said infusing in his voice dominance and control.

“Do any of these trainers or teachers you have have the ability to teach me to heal a squad? If I get into a battle I want to heal the whole squad. I can’t waste time healing one person at a time. Who can help me do that?” Logan asked.

Sargent Jai was quiet. “Our trainers and teachers will help you strengthen you’re healing ability. There is no need to heal a squad of five people at a time. I know you are new to this world but it is impossible.” He said.

Logan knew otherwise and he had seen it but he nodded acknowledging Sargent Jai’s words. “Interesting. Do any of these teachers you have have the ability to craft magical marksman weapons? I’m going to need to make a weapon strong enough to take out five enemies in a battle.” Logan asked.

Sargent rolled his shoulders and glared at Logan. “What is your point?” He said.

Logan nodded. “I was trained by warriors with more experience then you or you’re trainers sense I was a child. I need to craft marksman magical weapons for myself. I also need to learn how to heal a unit of people. You can’t teach me any of that shit so I’m going to teach it to myself. That’s my point. I’m not interested in wasting time learning shit I don’t need. The wizards here must have a library here or books. I’ll go there to learn the magic I need by myself on my own time. Have I cleared everything up for you?” He said.

Sargent Jai’s glowed red for a second and he laughed. It sounded and was a forced laugh. “Fine. Fine. That sounds like a proper good plan Hero Logan Jones. I approve of you doing so. You may proceed with my permission.” He said.

Logan stared at him shaking his head. The old bastard seemed to fighting an emotional break down. He could see all the hate and bad will he had toward Logan in his eyes. He knew that the chances of this big green bastard killing before he left the castle were high.

Sargent Jai turned his back to Logan and proceeded to ignore him. He started questioning the others on their classes while pointedly pretending Logan didn’t exist.

“You have the ability to read magical languages?” Darla asked him.

Logan nodded his head but his gaze was on Sargent Jai’s face. “Yeah. Sure do.” He said and turned to Darla was watching him closely. “What’s on your mind baby girl?” He said.

Darla flushed at the statement. “Baby girl?! Strange statement. What does that mean from where you come from?” She asked him.

Logan grinned. “It’s means your mean.” He said.

Darla stared at him and then she nodded her. “I see. Yes. that makes sense by the tone you used. You should be more careful.” She said more quietly.

“I would agree with your Mrs. on that Mr. Logan Jones.” Trigger said just as quietly. “Sargent Jai is head slave here and manager over us.” He said.

Logan nodded his head. “Yes. I’m following you on that. All the same, I can’t waste time learning shit I don’t need in war against the demon Lord and her people.” He said.

Trigger stared at Logan silentlu before he nodded his head. “Indeed. Do you wish ti begin your studies now.” He said.

Logan nodded. “Sure do. Let’s get to it.” He said.

Experiment: Logan Jones (Trigger) Ch5

guardiandoggLeave a comment

Chapter 5

Logan felt the kick of skill upgrade and new skill unlocked in his body. At the same time he heard the ping of the instant effect it was doing to his body and awareness. His senses sharpened. He scanned the training area with a different vision.

He took in the fight going on in the sand ring in front of him a few feet away. He knew it was just about over. It was all a show neither male slave was trying to hurt the other. They were assigned to showcase what the youths would be learning in the coming months.

Logan noticed Sargent Jai give both combatants a look with a nod of his head. On cue one the slave swung around using his sword to push his combatant back with wind magic. The other slave was thrown out of the ring turned using the sword he stabbed the ground with wind magic. The slave launched himself up from the force of the punch and he did a backflip onto his feet.

Logan smiled as he took in the show of magic and skill. It was magic he had seen before in another life. He studied both men with new senses and eyes and recalling the events and both men’s mastery in wind magic. He analyzed the fight and digital numbers appeared over their heads. Indicating. Level 150 wind magic was the number of the man inside the ring. The man outside the ring had a level 260 wind magic above his head.

Logan blinked and numbers disappeared. He grinned. As he realized only a few seconds had passed as he had used his new skill and added on to his plan.

Both Slaves turned and bowed to Sargent Jai. Jai laughed clapping his hands as the others followed suit and they cheered for the two slaves. Logan was quiet though.

Sargent Jai then turned back to his group of trainees. “Wind combat magic is what you will come to learn and master here along with many other things. Your lessons will begin tomorrow. Today we will go through magical placement and then we dine together here. The king has prepared a fine feast for you all to enjoy. Who is first to be tested in what class you should fit in?” He said and looked at Logan expectantly and gave him a friendly smile.

Logan stared. “Marksman is my class and trade. I entertain females as my hobby.” He said.

Sargent Jai stared at him. “King Harold expressed as much to me. Though that your talents of magical healing would serve the group better. You will be trained by our support healer soldiers. You could do well for a bit of wind magic training if you have the skill for it.” He said.

Logan ignored Sargent Jai disregarding him as he walked past him to the slave wing magic user staring at him. Logan nodded to him. “You’re pretty damn good at what you do. I’m Logan Jones. I’m a Marksman. What’s your name?” He said.

The slave frowned but he nodded to Logan. “Trigger of Heights. What is a Marksman class?” He asked.

The other slave next to him laughed. “Sounds like a lot shit to me. He most be a throw away archer or something.” He laughed in Logan’s face.

Logan waved a hand at the wood sword in Trigger’s hand. “Do you need that?” He asked.

Trigger frowned glancing back over Logan’s shoulder at Sargant Jai. Logan saw Jai give a stiff nod.

Trigger handed it to Logan. “You can have it for practice.” He said.

Logan took the wood sword examined it and then he waved it expertly before he pointed the blade at a practice dummy a few feet away. The wood blade glowed for a second and then blue magic launched out from the blade. The blue magic raced quickly for the dummy and exploded on impact.

There was long silence as Logan smiled. As he held a glowing blue blade sword. “Marksman class means I blow shit up with magic. That wind magic trick you did with your sword. Can you teach me how to do that?” He said.

Blue Technomancer CHAPTER 8 ACT 2

guardiandoggLeave a comment

Chapter 8

Two months later…

Beau waited until for half an hour in abandoned car until it was safe to move out in the night. He eased out of the SUV with his rifle case and made sure to keep his hoodie up just in case someone saw him. He checked his wrist watch to see that he was running late. He brought the watch close to his mouth. “Scan area for enemies.” He said.

The glowed for a second and then energy echoed out expanding around him. He looked down on as a digital screen expanded out and showed him a map of the area red and blue dotes moving around.

The there was a building marked in green as the place he had to head to. He quickly waved away digital image and started moving adjusting his rifle carrying case as he crept soundlessly through the empty streets that where abandoned and looted cars remained.

He made half way to the building he had been asided to go to before he watched alerted him to an enemy attack. He turned in to a crutch and shot the enemy. He got off one round as a shot hit his head sending him down to the ground at the same his round went into the chest of the woman.

He lay on the ground motionless and waited as he felt his wrist watch alerting by vibrations that he had several other enemies around.

“Maddy? You alright?” A male voice called out to the female on the ground.

“Shit. Yeah. Asshole caught me lucky his shitty bullet caught my body armor. I got him. The sisters are going to pay us big for his Tecnomancer’s head.” Maddy said.

“You sure it’s him?” The male asked her.

“It’s him. Stop being a pussy and take his head off. I’ll grab his weapons afterwards. He might be able to some of his powers if we can cut him and eat him. Get to it Tom. Time is no on our side. We got to get back to the sisters before day break.” Maddy said.

“Yeah. I think’s going to taste good.” The male voice the said coming close Beau.

When he was close enough. Beau sprang to his feet and shot the man in the head. He turned as the Maddy started running away really fast. Beau took aim and shot her in the back of the head.

Beau then put away his pistol and picked up his rifle case and started for the building quickly moving to make up for time. He got inside the business and found the stairway fast. He started running fast and taking leaps up flights of stairs at a time until he got to the door of the penthouse suit and roof.

He started his step. He began to put his rifle together piece. Until it was complete and ready to go. He lay down on his belly and took aim where his target was set to be. He didn’t have to wait long. His target Vlad the gangster ruler of the east side gang was up already as the day broke doing his exercises.

Beau looked through his sniper scope at his target as he performed a martial arts routine. He was on the mark. The man was naked form the waist down with grey sweat pants on. His feet was bare as he moved on the roof top of the penthouse he and his gang had taken over.

Young children played around him outside the training area he had in the center of the roof top. Beau took his hand off the trigger and put his rifle down. He couldn’t believe it had come down to this shit. He couldn’t do. He had done a lot of shit over the past two months that turned his stomach over just to protect the people that were trapped in the prison island that New York City had become sense the government had locked it down two and half months ago.

He was tired of this shit. There had to be a way around this shit. He needed to have a meeting with the team. They had to find a way to end the lockdown and get their people out.

“Are you starting to turn in to a pussy?” A female voice said behind him.

Beau turned and he couldn’t help smiling at the curvy female dressed in all black with full head mask around covering her face. Her thick black hair came out the back end of her mask in a ponytail.

She had a military utility belt around her wide hips and sword behind her back. He nodded to her. “What’s going on gorgeous? You had fun staring at my ass for last for minutes.” He said.

“Sure did.” Artemis said just as smoothly. “You were supposed to take Vlad out today. You getting soft.” She said.

Beau shook his head turning fully toward her. “I take him what happens to his gang? What happens to his children?” He said.

“Hmm. We’ve talked about that. The children would come to us and Doctor E would handle taking care of them.” She said.

Beau shook his head. “You missed the first half of my round of questions. Vlad maybe a gangster and a son of bitch but he’s stabilised a lot of the violence in this city so far. Killing him what happens to the bastards under him that he’s keeping in check.” He said.

Artemis shrugged. “His son could take over or his second in command. There are people to step up. We have to terminate him. We all agreed to this and it is apart of Doctor E’s plan to end the block aid.” She said.

Beau shook his head. “It doesn’t feel right. Vlad isn’t a monster. I’ve had to put down a lot of them a lot of them over the past couple of weeks worse or unstable. It doesn’t make sense to get rid of him and you and me both know that his elder son won’t take over. The grim sisters would just kill him and his family and take over this section of New York City and grow their power.” He said.

Artemis shook her head at him. “He isn’t all that much of a good man as you think he is. He had two of his best come hunting for you.” She said.

“I’m not doing this anymore. We’re only spiralling into a cycle of taken out one enemy just to make room for another and there something else.” Beau said.

Artemis stared at him. “We have a tradior in our camp.” She said.

Beau nodded. “I can hide anything from a mind reader.” He said.

Artemis nodded. “Okay. We need to get in contact with the outside world now and figure out a plan to make them deal with us so they can get the others out.” She said.

I snapped my fingers and pointed at her. “Bingo.” He said.

Terry Sergio: Silverback Episode 12

guardiandoggLeave a comment

Debra

Photo by cottonbro studio on Pexels.com

I stared out at the city listening to music while I wondered when Dad was going to get home from work.

I heard a buzz from front door and something heavy like a box being dropped down outside. I grabbed my P89 and headed to the door. I took a look from my Datapad to see outside at the cameras I had had installed in our private hallway.

I looked outside a black box sat on the floor in front of my door. I opened my door and bent down reaching for it carefully and picked it up. I went inside closing the door behind me it locked automatically.

I went over to my workstation and put it down. There was a code on of the top box. I scanned it with my Datapad and downloaded a video message.

I looked at my screen.

Photo by cottonbro studio on Pexels.com

“I got some bad news baby girl. Well depending on when you hear this and our relationship.. I’m dead. This is my last will and testament to you in the event my heart stopped and I wasn’t able to check in with my lawyer in the last twenty-four hours. I don’t have much but my name to give you. My business and all my accounts are now yours. I was-“

The door was blown open a second later and several Corpo agents came in with pulse rifles. They advanced in pushing me back as they took the black box.

“Your stealing my property.” I said.

They ignored me as they took the box backing out and leaving. “Daisy!”

(At your service, President Sergio)

“Record theft and identity agents draw up lawsuit on corporation for theft and attempted assault.”

(Done. Waiting for response from lawyer.)

I looked back at my Detapad and froze as I saw my Dad pretending to be froze while listening to everything going on. Hope. I allowed myself a little of it. Dad was an odd one.

“Play message.”

“I know. It’s going to be hard for you but your in a good position to transfer into a full Corpo position in your life but-“

“Cut the crap Dad. I want to know who got you jammed up enough to fake your death. This isn’t a recording and you weren’t about to say all this.”

Dad sighed. “Listen. I’m dead. What your seeing now is just an A.I. program I had made up to give you the details and make some arrangements along the way. I’m not live streaming to you. Daisy can confirm it for you.”

(Correct. Chairman Sergio is not live streaming his message from any known device. He is currently located in President Sergio’s Detapad. President Sergio the video has been sent to your lawyer. He is reviewing it now.)

What the hell?!

Dad waved his thin cigar nodding his head. “See. Now. My message is complete. You can delete this program at any time you want. Later-“

“Wait. Your an A.I. of my Dad? You most know somethings about him.”

Dad shrugged. “I know what I know. The past never matters much to me Baby girl.”

Even that answer was so like my Dad. “Where were you born? What is the name of your pack?”

Dad smiled shaking his head. “Nope. I know where you trying to go but trust me Baby girl my past is complicated enough. Let’s just say I wasn’t born in the normal way or in a normal setting. My pack name is of course. Sergio. If that’s all you really should delete this program.”

I smiled and put away detapad. “Daisy. Is the market open yet?”

3D illustration of neon gas station and retro car. Fog rain and night. Colour reflections on asphalt

Terry Sergio: Burning Bridges Episode 2

guardiandoggLeave a comment

Something was wrong!

Photo by Jun Sanchez on Pexels.com

I felt weird. The Jon had finished up apparently faster then I had expected. He had rolled off me quickly toward the over side and started coughing. I frowned looking down at myself. I hadn’t even gotten my under wear off. No. This wasn’t right.

I felt it. My body didn’t feel right. My heart was racing and skin tingled with lightning energy. Shit. I rolled off the bed as I felt the room seem to shift. I got to my feet on the solid carpeted floor of the hotel room. I looked at the Jon as he stood up slowly naked. He seemed a lot taller then I remember and his body was a lot more darker.

I snickered lightly to hide my fear. “Your a new arrival.” I said my heart was racing.

“What?! No. What are you doing? I paid for a full night. We haven’t even gotten started. A deal is a deal.” He said and my vision shifted again as he tried to use his powers on me.

I shook my head focusing my power into my hands and snapped my fingers. The sword came fast to my hands forming from my hands. I glared at him. “The war is over. Cy and Lightning Baby negotiated a peace pack with your kind. Back off!”

Photo by Rafael Guajardo on Pexels.com

The room was getting darker as the Jon started whispering sweet nothings in the air. I could see a strange blue black smoke in the air. It smelled like some type of drug. I was starting to get light headed. I put out my hand and blasted the asshole in the direction I heard his voice coming from.

He went flying back knocking against the wall. The smoke faded as the room became more filled with light from the nightstand lamp. I glared at him. “I don’t want no trouble. I know what you are and why you tried to attack me. The war is over. It’s peace time.”

“Peace?! There is no peace. As long as the alien insults the Lord God of Frost. I was right about you. You used to be a soldier in the frost wars.”

I shook my head. “I wasn’t no damned soldier. Your people tried to invade my home and killed off my pack. I killed as much of your own. Eye for an Eye and shit. Leave me the fuck alone. I was a fucking kid. I had no choice.”

He laughed in an echoing voice and his eyes blazed red and black fire energy. Fucker bounded toward me throwing a fire ball in my face. I blocked it with my sword. He was on top of me then. I kneed him in the nuts making him scream from the blow and the lightning energy I put into it. His hold on me loosened I thumbed him in the eye before I head butted him on the nose hard. He rolled off me to his feet and opened his mouth wide.

Fire gathered inside mouth as he prepared to blast me with all elemental energy inside his body. I couldn’t block that shit. Once it touched me I was dead. I didn’t think. I just stabbed him in the mouth with my sword and I stared down at him as he gabbed on my sword trying to remove it but it wouldn’t be removed. I cursed getting my clothes on fast as he fell to the floor and started dying fast. I heard feet running down the hallway toward the room. Someone was coming fast.

Shit. I withdrew my sword from his mouth as the authority knocked the door down. Fucking shit. I ran for the balcony and dove off the side. I used the sword to create a lightning rope to swing down to the bottom. I got up quickly as I heard shouts and authority cruisers coming for me. Damn it. This was bad. I took off running.

It had been long time sense I had killed but that had been in the frost wars when that fucking alien had tried to take over the dream realm. This was different and there was a peace pack between the Cyberpunk dreams and that asshole.

How the fuck did they find about me? This had to be a set. I needed help fast or I would be headed to a one way trip to the Pin or banishment from the dream realm.

3D illustration of neon gas station and retro car. Fog rain and night. Colour reflections on asphalt

2023 writing ongoing on Wattpad and Vella

guardiandoggLeave a comment

Check it out

– Life support at 50% –

– Air supply at 20% –

– Personal shield DOWN –

– Enemies arrival immediate in 50 minutes –

– 1st Mission objective. Survival. –

I felt an electrical shock to my chest. I was standing in moving water. I opened my eyes to darkness and then lifted the visor on my helmet. I blinked as my blurry vision came into focus. I stared at the forest around me and then stones and glowing figures on them.

– Enemies arrival immediate in 30 minutes. –

I frowned at the voice in my helmet speaker. I looked around. “Where are they coming?” I asked the voice.

– Enemies arrival coming from your right side from the sky –

I checked my utility belt for a weapon. I reached for something that felt like a side arm strapped to my leg holster. I grabbed it up and looked at it. My vizor I.D. the thing as a universal mining tool. What the fuck? I was miner!?

– Enemies arrival incoming in 10 minutes. –

Shit. I looked around for a weapon of any kind. My gaze locked on the images in the stones as I scanned and down loaded information for locations and letters. Letters?! The letters meant something. I had to scan them all. There was information in the stones I needed to get this time. I couldn’t fail like last time.

Like last time?! What happened last time?!

Hot fire blasted across my shoulder from the sky followed by a storm of fire from the enemy.

–  RUN. DAMN IT. –

New project I got going on that is a bit of a fan project for a game called No Man’s Sky.

I’m nearly finishing up Lords Of Delta: Pete. It is extremely good and heavy with the action and awesome.

The good action and ride doesn’t end. Pete is nearing the end of his story but I’m fixing to put a spin to the end. I’m mixing a lot of classic Urban fantasy and heavy fun.

Warm Regards

GuardianDogg

Signs of trouble and The Wolf is born. 3rd Prelude to PUNCH! A corpos comeback story.

guardiandoggLeave a comment

3 of 5 prelude

Cryrus

I just wanted the fight to be a good one. I had to prove myself and mark the event as something the owner of EMP fighting corpo Jim Morrisson would be able to market upward to the public. Coach Grayson justed wanted me to focus on winning but the business side of this all ran through my mind as I took the walk from the locker room with the rest of the small time event fighters.

We were the pre-fight show before the main event tonight with the real champions. That’s what I was aiming for becoming a champion to gain the credits to buy into a franchise and earn my way back to corpo status. It was only then I could stand in the eyes of the law as fit pratrach corpo.

“You need to get your head in the game.” Coach told me noticing my mind was drifting. He glared at me as he walked with me to the main event arena.

I nodded and was silent. I couldn’t though. I needed every fight to count to my business plan and-“

“Franklin Inc. Is out of the transporter status. That lives a hole to fill in the chain of drugs and food services this spring. Drug and food corpos are on a mad dash to find solo or runners with a truck willing to do the dangerous job through the bad lands for runners fees.-”

I stopped in my tracks as I heard a news feed from a terminal computer to my right. I turned to see the report of Franklin going under. Reading the headline. Shit. Frankline was the only fucking transporter of Cp-98 into the city for the Archer 🏹 Inc. Pharmaceutical company in to the fucking city. If the city messed the spring run of the drug, hundreds of people we’re going to start getting sick or die before another transporter could be fit into the supply chain for next summer into the next spring run.

Jon needed that medicine. He couldn’t wait. He was on a fixed periodic schedule. I can’t believe the transportation corpos didn’t have a back up transporter for the delivery. It was late winter and spring was a few months away. Who in the hell would take up the job this late for the low pay grade of a runner. Fuck it.. I had to get my hands on some credits fast and handle this shit myself.

Coach yanked at my arm. “What the fuck is wrong with you? You need to get you head in the game.”

I turned to him. “I need you to get me another match after I win this one. It has to be a big ticket one.”

Coach stared at me. “You into some gambling debt or something or getting a big dick?”

“I have to win this match and every match you can get me. I can’t lose. I won’t lose.” I told him only. It was enough though Coach nodded.

“i hear you. I been there to. Let’s win this thing.”

I turned walking to the arena with my mind focused on the win. I couldn’t lose now. I needed the credits and didn’t have time to think about rising slowly.

I saw my opponent in the ring. Hickson Wells. A 5’11 tough bult and fast in fighter. His bandaged hands and forearms were already lit with his element and sparking as he shadow boxed.

Five wins one loss. He was the first challenge I had to knock down. I felt lightning element flowing in my arms and legs as I walked down the pathway to the ring. My focuse was on Hickson and nothing else.

Coach held the ropes down for me as I bowed between them and came into the ring. I stared at Hickson until he noticed my focus on him and he smiled a toothy grin.

The ref ran through the rules. “No balls hitting or hit to the throat. Besides that have at it but obey my ruling. Touch fists back to your corners.

I touched Hickson’s fist and nodded to him. He nodded back.

I felt my element raising making my forearms vibrate with power. I could even feel it in my back now.

“Cyrus. Cryrus.”

I heard my coach calling to me. “What?”

“Don’t lay his ass out to fast. We got to make this shit last a little to build up for the next fight.” He said.

“Got you.” I said totally focused on Hickson.

I waited for what seemed like the longest period of my life and then the ref gave us the go. I approuched Hickson watchful of him. He came out fast with a dozen lightning jabs, a hock punch to my ribs and a surprising jumping spinning back kick that almost took my head off but I leaned back in time and closed the distance with a right hock to this face as he turned into it.

Hickson froze and then fell on his face and didn’t move. The ref jumped between us on top of Hickson and waved his hands. The fight was over. Time went back to normal for me. I blinked.

Damn.

I looked over at my corner to see the coach and His son the heavy weight champion Brock both running into the ring toward me to lift me up. I laughed and held my fists up and roared with excitement for the win. I heard a chant start in the arena.

Wolf!

Wolf!

WOLF! WOLF!

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

Law & Nomad act two of JDMO…part 18

guardiandoggLeave a comment

Chapter 17

Goldy

I walked into shop with Bran close at my side. He took in the market shop in one glance saying nothing at the items on the wall behind electrified security walls.

I walked up to the front to see no one here. I knocked on the desk. “Mr. Sigma. I’ve come to get my Daddy’s birthday gift.”

Owen Sigma came out of a back door frowning at me rubbing his hands on a dry black hand towel. I noticed a black blaster at his side. That was unusual for him to carry a weapon in the shop.”Miss Warrior. Your here again? So soon?” He said and looked at Bran and stopped in his tracks. He stared and then relaxed when Bran only gave him a short nod.

“Hmm. So this must be your man. Judge Rafe?” He said.

I nodded. I studied him. “Mr. Sigma. I haven’t seen you in a month sense I ordered the item. Have you been having trouble.”

Sigma grimanced. “A lot of clones come around resently trying to mess with my customer relations. Here. Put your code in and I’ll get you your item. Miss Warrior.” He said and slid over a black detapad to me.

I picked and started putting in my code of sale while a silence followed. I looked up to see Sigma studying Bran.

“Do you happen to be related to a Fixer named Cole Cash?”

Bran frowned at the name. “No. But I know him. What happened to him?”

“He’s gone missing. I filed a missing person’s report with your station but your boys in the station have been giving me the run around because he’s a black market business owner.”

“Give me a time table of when he went missing and I’ll go on the hunt for him.” Bran said immediately.

“He has a shop a couple of blocks down the same street as mean. He deals information and connects people. Last Wednesday he didn’t show up to open his shop up at 5 a.m. I got sent a message from his detapad that he went on a vacation. Cash isn’t the type to take a more then one half day vacation. It’s been a fucking week. I went to his place the door was open and the only thing there was his detapad. I showed it to your people but they say it’s outside their district.”

Bran held out his hand. “Give me the detapad.”

Mr. Sigma reached in to his desk and brought out a detapad sliding over the detapad to Bran. Bran took it and put it into his jacket pocket. “I’ll look into it Mr. Sigma and I’ll let you know what I find with in the next seventy-two hours.” He said.

Sigma nodded and then looked at me and then my hands before he took the detapad. He glanced at it and then put it away. “I’ll go get your item Miss Warrior. Oh. That is a nice tattoo you have on your finger. It’s simple but I can tell it was done by a professional artist.”

I smiled. “Thank you. I got it done by a professional. La Praise Delores. It cost me 300 ebs but the kind of ink she makes was well worth it. It’s simple but a one of a kind.”

Sigma nodded bent down to his safe to retrieve my item. “Oh I know. I know. The ink she uses for her customers is specialized for each person and not used again on any other person. Can’t be faked or copied. You know their making impressive clones nowadays that are really improved but for special tattoos and unique personal scars they could fool almost anybody.” He said and got up placing a silver case on the desk.

I took the case peeking inside before I closed it happy to see my Daddy’s gift was inside. He was going to love it. I smiled up at Sigma but he was looking at Bran. I looked at Bran to see him studying Mr. Sigma.

“What’s up?”

Bran shook his head. “Nothing and everything. Mr. Sigma. Please let me know if you get any clone troubles that raise above troublesome to you and your business. I will get you information on your case soon. Thank you for looking out for Goldy’s business.”

Mr. Sigma smiled. “I’m all about customer service and professional top grade dedication to my customers for continued service.” He said and grinned at me. “Tell the elder I wish him a happy birthday and his continued customer loyalty, princess.” He said bowing to me.

I blushed nodding and took the case and took Bran’s arm leading him outside. I turned to him frowning. “What the hell is going on? Did some try to impersonate me?”

Bran studied me. “Was your adopted father offered a royal title? By Gino Fish?”

I stared at him. “Yes. Uncle Fish and my Daddy became brothers recently and they get on well. Now will you tell me what the hell that was about with Sigma and the whole clones issue?”

“The mad scientist made a clone of you. She’ll probably show up for your family’s get together so be prepared. Don’t be worried your family will know you. We have to look into this Cole Cash case a little today before your adopted father’s birthday tonight.”

A storm of worries was going through my head but I kept myself in check. “How do you know Cole Cash? What is he to you?”

Bran stared at me. “He’s my brother.”

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

Brainstorming…let’s take Resident Evil 1 & 2 remake game, The Edge (1996) and  Mission Impossible (1990s) part 10

guardiandoggLeave a comment

Chapter 4

Chris

“Chris! Out of the way!”

I frowned and looked past enemies as they came at me. I saw the green uniform, red hair and the katana blade as Ruby came running toward the group of T1s.

Shit!

I kicked off the wall leaping over the their heads and ran along the side wall as Ruby came swinging her katana slicing and cutting down the group of T1s as she went into her dance of death.

I avoided the dance entirely and landed on the other side. I turned back in time to see her end her dance with a jump spin kick to a T1 that snapped his fucking head with a loud crunching sound.

Blood and violence was painted on the floor and walls but Ruby stood spotless. She wiped off her blade and on a dead T1 and shieved her blade before walking over and jumping into my arms and kissing me on the lips.

She grinned at me. “It’s good to see you Chris.”

I nodded slowly watchful of her. Ruby was a wild one. Deadly. Lethal and sexy ass hell. She was team Bravos sniper assassin.

“What happened with squad Bravo?” I asked.

Ruby wrapped her legs around my waist and shook her head. “Your a smart man. You must have figured out this is trap. Andy, Dan and I were the only ones that made it here alive and then things went to shit quickly enough.”

I stared at her. “West and Betty met you at the doors?”

“The answer to the question your not asking is yes. They broke code. Though I have no fucking idea why.” Ruby said and then smiled at me. “You seem to be available now. What do you say to-“

“Sure. I have to get Jill and Berry out of here though before we start fucking. You find a ride out of this hellhole.” I said.

Ruby stared at me. “Hmm. Is Jill your-“

“-Yes. I thought that was clear enough. Jill doesn’t like to mention it because she wanted to stand on her own.”

Ruby smiled. “Don’t worry baby cakes. I will make you forget all about that fat ass cow in one night.”

I stared at her. “I’ve already forgotten about her. If you haven’t already guessed.” I said.

Ruby giggled rubbing herself against my crutch. “You are such a sweet heart and just the right size for me.”

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

Brainstorming…let’s take Resident Evil 1 & 2 remake game, The Edge (1996) and  Mission Impossible (1990s) part 8

guardiandoggLeave a comment

Chapter 3

Chris

I walked into a narrow empty hallway closing the door behind me. I scanned my map for a second. There was sitting room and door around the corner that led into the east wing while if I went to my right it would led to a dead end and three rooms.

I would check those rooms out later when I got back. I started for the east wing and rounded the corner. I froze. I stared at the mutilated body on the carpet.

Andy was still dressed in his combat vest black cargo pants and Beret. I bent down over him. His eye lids were still open. I closed them. His Colt Anaconda was still in his hands. His belt had two extra speed reloader rounds in it.

Damn it. Whatever took him out must have been a strong bastard. I got up and started to leave but I felt someone behind me. I turned going for their throat and slammed the asshole against the wall.

He moved around wildly snarling and trying to leap at me. I kneed him in the balls and he screamed and glared at me.

“Good. I got your attention. Who the fuck are you people?”

He stared at me. “You are one of us. This mask you wear will not hold for long. You will give in to it.”

I took in his combat vest, height, weight, stare and the T1 tattoo on his neck. An ex-member of the unit? No. He had to be a wash out and failed experimental soldier.

“You killed and mutilated a member of my unit to get your rocks off, asshole. You maybe someone’s pawn in all this shit but your still a T1. You broke code. Protect the unit and never turn against your brothers.” I said before I picked him up and slammed him on his head on the floor killing him.

I spat on his body before I looked over at Andy and went over to take his remaining ammunition.”I’m going to end the fucker that did this to you bro and get Jill the fuck out of here. I promise.”

I said and headed into the next room only to be confronted by five more assholes. I walked inside and locked the door behind me. “Let’s go assholes.”

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg