Valkyrie Burning (Warrior's Wings Book Three) Read Online Free
Author: Evan Currie
powered to full combat levels as the other three members of the team appeared clearly on her HUD, their IFF transponders lighting up as they moved.
“Top, get the prisoners,” Crow called out. “Take Jardiens. Korman, you’re with me.”
Acknowledgment lights blinked off, their names shifting from red to green on the HUD as each of them acknowledged the orders. Sorilla and Jardiens sprinted across the paved deck of the base, the sheer chaos of the assault keeping the Ghoulies so surprised that the team didn’t even have to fire a single shot before they reached the buildings and pressed up close to the cover.
“Got your six, Top,” Jardiens said coolly as they strode along the edge of the wall, heading for the prisoners’ ‘housing.’
Sorilla didn’t respond. She knew he was there, she could even tell what direction he was pointing as they hit the corner and she paused. She pushed her gun around the corner, watching the window appear on her HUD as the rifle camera lit up and gave her a muzzle-eye-view of the situation.
The rifle bucked lightly, twice, firing subsonic rounds into a pair of Ghoulies who’d come charging hard out of the prisoners’ housing, dropping them in their tracks.
“Two up, two down,” Sorilla said softly. “Clear. Move out.”
Then she moved around the corner, Jardiens tight behind her as they sprinted in long loping strides across the open area to the next building, throwing themselves roughly up against the wall.
“Give me a shot of the inside, Jardiens,” Sorilla told the big Canadian as she reached the door.
Like most Ghoulie construction, the passage was shorter than was comfortable for a human, but Sorilla wasn’t quite tall enough to make it a serious problem. She’d have to duck through it, but not by too much, she could tell as she pressed herself by the passageway and waited.
“One sec, Top,” Jardiens said, putting the flat of his left hand up against the wall.
The Ultra-Wide Band (UWB) transceiver in his suit pulsed once, bouncing radio frequency radiation through the building, quickly compiling a three-dimensional view of the interior while other sensors compared that against information filtering in through passive sound and heat sensors. In just under three seconds, a fuzzy map of the interior of the building, complete with probable prisoner and enemy locations, lit up across Sorilla’s HUD.
She pushed off the wall and slammed a powered foot into the metal shod door, blowing the Ghoulie prison door off its hinges and into the interior. She lowered her carbine, stroking off two shots that holed the single guard inside, then flipped the weapon over to HALO mode, held the trigger down, and ducked inside.
“On the floor, now!” she snarled even as her armor was screaming out over Radio Identification Frequencies (RIF) for an immediate report from any implant technology in the room. As an implant responded, a HALO would pop up around the person the implant belonged to, letting her, and her rifle, know he was one of the ‘Angels.’ Blue HALOs erupted into being throughout her HUD as she swept the rifle through the room, the weapon firing on automatic as it detected motion across its path that wasn’t covered by a HALO.
The subsonic rounds tore into the three remaining Ghoulies inside the prison area before they had even finished turning in her direction, dropping them to the ground as the grey ichor that passed for Ghoulie blood spattered the walls behind them. Sorilla stepped to one side as Jardiens appeared on her HUD from behind, letting him sweep into the room.
“Clear,” she said mechanically, looking to where the uniformed prisoners were hugging the ground.
“Clear,” Jardiens repeated, moving forward. “Next room!”
She swung in behind him as he moved to a door farther in, barely glancing at the men and women on the ground now.
“Stay down,” she told them. “We’ll be back.”
*****
Crow hit the wall of what had to be the command
“Top, get the prisoners,” Crow called out. “Take Jardiens. Korman, you’re with me.”
Acknowledgment lights blinked off, their names shifting from red to green on the HUD as each of them acknowledged the orders. Sorilla and Jardiens sprinted across the paved deck of the base, the sheer chaos of the assault keeping the Ghoulies so surprised that the team didn’t even have to fire a single shot before they reached the buildings and pressed up close to the cover.
“Got your six, Top,” Jardiens said coolly as they strode along the edge of the wall, heading for the prisoners’ ‘housing.’
Sorilla didn’t respond. She knew he was there, she could even tell what direction he was pointing as they hit the corner and she paused. She pushed her gun around the corner, watching the window appear on her HUD as the rifle camera lit up and gave her a muzzle-eye-view of the situation.
The rifle bucked lightly, twice, firing subsonic rounds into a pair of Ghoulies who’d come charging hard out of the prisoners’ housing, dropping them in their tracks.
“Two up, two down,” Sorilla said softly. “Clear. Move out.”
Then she moved around the corner, Jardiens tight behind her as they sprinted in long loping strides across the open area to the next building, throwing themselves roughly up against the wall.
“Give me a shot of the inside, Jardiens,” Sorilla told the big Canadian as she reached the door.
Like most Ghoulie construction, the passage was shorter than was comfortable for a human, but Sorilla wasn’t quite tall enough to make it a serious problem. She’d have to duck through it, but not by too much, she could tell as she pressed herself by the passageway and waited.
“One sec, Top,” Jardiens said, putting the flat of his left hand up against the wall.
The Ultra-Wide Band (UWB) transceiver in his suit pulsed once, bouncing radio frequency radiation through the building, quickly compiling a three-dimensional view of the interior while other sensors compared that against information filtering in through passive sound and heat sensors. In just under three seconds, a fuzzy map of the interior of the building, complete with probable prisoner and enemy locations, lit up across Sorilla’s HUD.
She pushed off the wall and slammed a powered foot into the metal shod door, blowing the Ghoulie prison door off its hinges and into the interior. She lowered her carbine, stroking off two shots that holed the single guard inside, then flipped the weapon over to HALO mode, held the trigger down, and ducked inside.
“On the floor, now!” she snarled even as her armor was screaming out over Radio Identification Frequencies (RIF) for an immediate report from any implant technology in the room. As an implant responded, a HALO would pop up around the person the implant belonged to, letting her, and her rifle, know he was one of the ‘Angels.’ Blue HALOs erupted into being throughout her HUD as she swept the rifle through the room, the weapon firing on automatic as it detected motion across its path that wasn’t covered by a HALO.
The subsonic rounds tore into the three remaining Ghoulies inside the prison area before they had even finished turning in her direction, dropping them to the ground as the grey ichor that passed for Ghoulie blood spattered the walls behind them. Sorilla stepped to one side as Jardiens appeared on her HUD from behind, letting him sweep into the room.
“Clear,” she said mechanically, looking to where the uniformed prisoners were hugging the ground.
“Clear,” Jardiens repeated, moving forward. “Next room!”
She swung in behind him as he moved to a door farther in, barely glancing at the men and women on the ground now.
“Stay down,” she told them. “We’ll be back.”
*****
Crow hit the wall of what had to be the command
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