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A Snippet from “Corporals”

Here’s a snippet from ‘Corporals’, my current work in progress:

‘You good, babe?’
Karma shifted her sub machine gun to her shoulder. The white karat in her vision field swept along with the weapon’s point of aim as she moved down the corridor. Sounds reached her from an open office door on her left.
‘You know what they did to me.’
Shifting to the door, Karma breathed and listened. Three men talking, voices low. She moved through the door. The job was to rescue the kids and grab anyone they could for the cops and Rangers to get intel out of. That meant Burn should have been on the move, not her.
But Burn wouldn’t put paid to these bastards.
‘This is a job. Stay focused.’
Stepping in the room, the three men turned to her, their conversation stopping. Her sub machine gun coughed three rounds. Three men collapsed back in their chairs, neat holes in their heads. Karma considered her options. Working solo, she didn’t have time to check for any data or documents. Finding the other kids was her priority.
Turning, she moved out of the room and back down the hall.
‘I’m focused.’

I’m looking forward to this whole story getting out to the world.

I Finished the Rough Draft of Corporals

I finished the rough draft of ‘Corporals’ the other day, and thought you all might enjoy a snippet of the story. In this story, Burn and Bad Karma are recruited into Rangers due to some issues that come up with Karma’s past.

Enjoy!

“Training under an identity we’re building for you. Makes it more complicated for politicians. Tossing people with no numbers under tank treads is easy. Soldiers and Department team members get ugly for them fast,” the sergeant major explained.

“We haven’t been a country long enough for politicians to be voted out,” Burn faced the soldier.

“Three politicians had tragic accidents,” the general noted, “And the investigations came up to purely accidental causes. Clearly.”

“Wasn’t me,” Bad Karma said.

“It wasn’t,” the sergeant major smiled, her cheeks rising as she spoke, “We checked.”

“What, exactly, are you trying to say?” Burn’s fingers pressed against the table, turning white.

“That it appears that trying to use the Ranger Department for political advantage can be detrimental to one’s health. Many veterans of the war are outspoken about using individuals as trading chips. The Department, of course, is absolutely loyal to the elected leaders of our nation and our constitution,” the sergeant major said.

Silence settled across the room. Burn noted the buzz of the white noise generator and that her comm systems were showing no signal.

“It appears we can trust you. So, why HALO jumping?”

“It’s the nearest start date we have for any training,” the general shrugged, “And I doubt you two would do well in Ranger School.”

“Why’s that?” Bad Karma asked.

“Ranger School lasts for three months. Freefall school is three weeks, and you don’t have to go in knowing military tactics,” the sergeant major noted, “First, you don’t want to be out of the loop in the dropped numbers world for three months. Second, you don’t need to go through the usual military training program. We just need you in a school to have your new core IDs solid. Third, the training will be useful to you and to us, as it opens some options when situations needing your skills come up.”

“New skills don’t hurt,” Karma shrugged.