Assassin Hunter by Drew Briney
English | 2019 | Sci / Fi | ePUB | 1.2 Mb
Assassin Hunter: When a high-tech assassin is captured by a lithe little teen and her thugs, Vaya Sage questions his memories and launches the messiest blood bath of his career. But will the reality he unravels be less believable than memories he never questioned? Although short, this novella packs a punch as it explores the inevitable challenges of a futuristic world where memory implants, memory erasures, and maybe even magic are a reality. Action-packed with carefully researched world-building, Assassin Hunter will leave your brain scrambling to vainly guess the ending while hanging on the edge of your seat.
“With deliberation, Vaya Sage inhaled deeply. Rich pine scents mingled with the musky odors of rotting trees and moss-covered branches greeted his nostrils but the groggy stupor held fast, refused to be casually tossed aside. Coarse bark gnawed at his back, teased his consciousness into recalling his bonds. He tugged against toothed-twine, winced. Sore wrists protested but the pain helped clear his mind so he persisted with repeated, futile efforts as faint shadows of memories began to surface.
He persisted in his efforts until finally, a particularly ambitious breath revealed the residue of something bitter on his tongue, something he couldn’t place. Perhaps it was nothing more than mold-ridden stench coming from a nearby, felled tree, he thought. But the bitterness didn’t strike him as organic. Instead, he guessed this was the chalky residue from whatever drug had induced this mind-numbing brain fog. He shook his head again, vainly tried to spit out the taste.
With prodigious patience, the ghost-of-a-figure studied him, jealously held her silence.
Vaya Sage vacillated between blinking his eyes, drawing in deep breaths, and with restraint, bonking his head against the tree trunk in search of any discernible trace of mental clarity. A few agonizingly slow moments passed before he was able to quasi-intelligently process her words. He grumbled something he himself recognized as incoherent before offering something intelligible.”