Extinction Darkness by Nicholas Sansbury Smith,Anthony J. Melchiorri (Extinction Cycle: Dark Age #4)
English | 2020 | Fantasy | ePUB | 2.8 MB
Nicholas Sansbury Smith is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Hell Divers series. His other work includes the Extinction Cycle series, the Trackers series, and the Orbs series.
Darkness descends over the survivors of the Extinction Cycle …
With nowhere left to run, the Allied States fortifies their few remaining outposts and relocates Central Command to prepare for their final stand. President Jan Ringgold and her generals know beating the enemy on the battlefield is impossible. The only path to victory seems to be taking down the leader of the New Gods, a sinister Chimera known as the Prophet, before he can complete his campaign to enslave humanity.
While Captain Reed Beckham trains new troops, his wife Doctor Kate Lovato returns to the tunnels to infiltrate the bioengineered enemy communication network. Injured and exhausted, Master Sergeant Fitzpatrick and Team Ghost make their way back from Canada with a Chimera prisoner that might be the key to finding the Prophet and raising a new army.
Every time Beckham saw Timothy, he felt guilty about what had happened at Outpost Portland, not only to Jake, but also to Timothy in the fallout of the outpost’s destruction. But he couldn’t change the past. All he could do was push forward, just like Timothy was doing.
“The Variants don’t care if you’re tired or hungry or how old or young you are,” Timothy said. “They are the predators and you are the prey until you decide to change that.”
A few of the weary recruits straightened.
“He’s good,” Horn said quietly.
“He’s been out there,” Beckham said. “He knows what it’s like firsthand.”
“He’s lucky, but he’s also got skill, unlike most of these people.” Rico sighed. “We got our work cut out for ourselves, my friends.”
Horn clapped his hands together. “Get moving, and you will all be soldiers in no time!” He looked at Rico for approval. “That better?”
She smirked and led the recruits with Timothy toward a maze of abandoned buildings that simulated the wastelands and what they would face.
Gunshots rang out at a separate part of the drilling field. It didn’t make Beckham happy to be using precious ammo, but these people needed to learn how to shoot or they would waste even more in battle.
Rico signaled for her team to move to an obstacle course. Beckham watched Timothy deftly scale a rope net, then army crawl under a series of low-hanging barbed wire strands. The young man cleared the obstacles and vanished into the old buildings.
“Best soldier of the bunch,” Horn said. He rubbed the stubble on his chin. “Maybe someday he’ll even find a place on Team Ghost.”
The last thing Beckham wanted to imagine was the young man spending even more time out in the field on exceedingly dangerous missions. But there might not be any other option with the way the war was going.
A C-130 flew overhead, engines roaring over the parking lot. It dipped beyond the buildings to land on the makeshift runway along Seawall Boulevard.
“More refugees?” Horn asked, using a hand to shield his eyes from the late afternoon sun.
“I didn’t think we had any more coming today.”
The drills continued in the distance, but Beckham turned to look at a Jeep that squealed to a stop beside them. A man with a black mustache hopped out.
“Captain Beckham,” he said.
Beckham recognized him. It was Sergeant Ken Sharp, a soldier who had helped protect S.M. Fischer’s ranch, before joining up with Cornelius.
“General Cornelius sent me,” Sharp said, out of breath. “He’s requesting you in the CIC now.”
“Is there a problem?” Beckham asked. He guessed it had something to do with the plane.
“It’s better if I let Cornelius and Ringgold explain. We don’t have much time.”
Beckham turned to Horn. “Big Horn, you finish training. I’ll meet up with you and Rico later. And for God’s sake, before we do, take a shower.”
Horn lifted his arm and sniffed under his pit. Then shrugged.