The Uprising (The Julianna Rae Chronicles) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Aral Bereux
His officers were indeed watching his display of temper.
I’ll lower my tone until tomorrow morning.
‘My apologies, General.’ He sucked the mist hanging on the air in front of him. ‘But this frustrates me, to o. You need to understand that—’
The comms went dead.
Taris found himself staring at his reflection again and through that to the muddied ground. The rain was steadily growing heavy; the tree he stood under sheltered him from its downpour. Their few hours of communication were gone. The transmitter would shut down until tomorrow.
The sky was a midnight dark, and the clouds masked the stars. He shivered at the miserable night ahead of them – but the Senate had agreed to his demands. It was a start. Tomorrow, the Senate would grant the same abilities to him, as Caden had been gifted centuries ago. Tomorrow his luck would change, and then Elizbeth crossed his mind with her fair features, and swollen belly. The baby Seer was growing inside her.
If the Senate only knew, he smiled. Where would I start once the power is mine for the taking?
His men waited patiently in their trucks, neatly lined along the stretch which led them into the well hidden location. When he slipped the glass plate into his shirt pocket, for exchange of his cigarettes, the patrol officer with the wide eyes stole a quick look in his direction. He lingered before the struggle to light up against the drizzle of rain and wind forced him to lean into the large tree trunk, away from the stare. There he stayed, raising his sights to scrutinize the men waiting in the pouring rain, waiting for his orders while the cigarette smoke curled around the cold mist.
The patrol officer bothered him. His gaze narrowed as he drew in the first of his addiction for the evening, feeling the fresh rush of adrenalin course through him quickly.
Another traitor in the ranks, it ’s all I fucking need.
He straightened, feeling the happiness that came with this knowledge. He propped the cigarette between his lips, so his hands reached his holster freely. The Sig’s grasp slipped in his palm, but as an expert marksman the sights weren’t difficult to align with his target. He raised it slowly and with a calm that centered him. There wasn’t another satisfaction in the world that could grant him the power he was about to wield. He lived for these moments, and a smile curled around his cigarette while he aimed at the objective. He squeezed one eye shut, focused down the sights of his gun, at the face staring back, and admired the wide-mouthed terror across the officer’s face.
Down the hatch, and open wide , asshole.
Taris pulled the trigger. The bullet wrenched the head back before what was left from the explosion, slumped over the driver’s wheel in a bloodied mess.
His squad stopped their incessant chatter to stare at their Commander.
Taris holstered the gun with a casual ease so he could enjoy the last of his cigarette before the night’s hunt began. Mission accomplished, objective destroyed.
Game over man, game over.
For his crew, there was nothing left to whisper about.
CHAPTER 3
3rd May, 2018, 0045 hours.
Devils Canyon Township, 80 miles west of Camp 2.2.1
‘You hate him don’t ‘cha?’ Devo said.
Daniel watched Devo sling the empty duffle bag over her shoulder, as he pushed his bike behind the large building. It was the only multi-level one in the main street with a broken Pharmacy neon sign hanging above the back entrance, where they stood.
‘Hopefully this clinic hasn’t been ransacked.’ Daniel studied the building’s disheveled appearance.
Scanning up to the roof line, the broken brick and smashed in glass was the stand out feature for him. The quiet street, with its trees lining the medium strip, was a contrast to the obvious looting of the building they were scouting.
‘It’s been done over a few times.’
He agreed. The building had seen better days. It looked crooked and old, hanging precariously on an angle.
I’ll lower my tone until tomorrow morning.
‘My apologies, General.’ He sucked the mist hanging on the air in front of him. ‘But this frustrates me, to o. You need to understand that—’
The comms went dead.
Taris found himself staring at his reflection again and through that to the muddied ground. The rain was steadily growing heavy; the tree he stood under sheltered him from its downpour. Their few hours of communication were gone. The transmitter would shut down until tomorrow.
The sky was a midnight dark, and the clouds masked the stars. He shivered at the miserable night ahead of them – but the Senate had agreed to his demands. It was a start. Tomorrow, the Senate would grant the same abilities to him, as Caden had been gifted centuries ago. Tomorrow his luck would change, and then Elizbeth crossed his mind with her fair features, and swollen belly. The baby Seer was growing inside her.
If the Senate only knew, he smiled. Where would I start once the power is mine for the taking?
His men waited patiently in their trucks, neatly lined along the stretch which led them into the well hidden location. When he slipped the glass plate into his shirt pocket, for exchange of his cigarettes, the patrol officer with the wide eyes stole a quick look in his direction. He lingered before the struggle to light up against the drizzle of rain and wind forced him to lean into the large tree trunk, away from the stare. There he stayed, raising his sights to scrutinize the men waiting in the pouring rain, waiting for his orders while the cigarette smoke curled around the cold mist.
The patrol officer bothered him. His gaze narrowed as he drew in the first of his addiction for the evening, feeling the fresh rush of adrenalin course through him quickly.
Another traitor in the ranks, it ’s all I fucking need.
He straightened, feeling the happiness that came with this knowledge. He propped the cigarette between his lips, so his hands reached his holster freely. The Sig’s grasp slipped in his palm, but as an expert marksman the sights weren’t difficult to align with his target. He raised it slowly and with a calm that centered him. There wasn’t another satisfaction in the world that could grant him the power he was about to wield. He lived for these moments, and a smile curled around his cigarette while he aimed at the objective. He squeezed one eye shut, focused down the sights of his gun, at the face staring back, and admired the wide-mouthed terror across the officer’s face.
Down the hatch, and open wide , asshole.
Taris pulled the trigger. The bullet wrenched the head back before what was left from the explosion, slumped over the driver’s wheel in a bloodied mess.
His squad stopped their incessant chatter to stare at their Commander.
Taris holstered the gun with a casual ease so he could enjoy the last of his cigarette before the night’s hunt began. Mission accomplished, objective destroyed.
Game over man, game over.
For his crew, there was nothing left to whisper about.
CHAPTER 3
3rd May, 2018, 0045 hours.
Devils Canyon Township, 80 miles west of Camp 2.2.1
‘You hate him don’t ‘cha?’ Devo said.
Daniel watched Devo sling the empty duffle bag over her shoulder, as he pushed his bike behind the large building. It was the only multi-level one in the main street with a broken Pharmacy neon sign hanging above the back entrance, where they stood.
‘Hopefully this clinic hasn’t been ransacked.’ Daniel studied the building’s disheveled appearance.
Scanning up to the roof line, the broken brick and smashed in glass was the stand out feature for him. The quiet street, with its trees lining the medium strip, was a contrast to the obvious looting of the building they were scouting.
‘It’s been done over a few times.’
He agreed. The building had seen better days. It looked crooked and old, hanging precariously on an angle.
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