Rebel by Riker Kane (Rebel #1)
English | 2019 | Fantasy | ePUB | 366 Kb
Rebel: In the last 21st century, Earth is ravaged by disasters to the point of no return. Humanity’s last chance for sustained survival is to leave the once green planet and find a new home on Mars. But the process of transporting billions from a dying planet proves to be a slow process. Those waiting for a chance to escape are left behind to fend for themselves.
On the poor streets of Kings Row, ex-soldier Max Shaw makes an honest living just barely getting by. Things change when he’s given a scrap ACE, a weapon with powerful abilities. Max seizes the opportunity to help make ends meet by using the ACE in street fights. But with every victory and the credits that come with it, a new challenge waits in the next brutal battle.
Glory. Admiration. Credits. A better life for himself and those around him. Whatever Max is looking for, he knows he can only find it by strapping on his ACE and stepping into the War Zone.
“Max listened for a moment before looking down at his AllDevice. No calls, not that he ever expected any. His stare moved back to his half-empty glass of whiskey. The smoke. The music. The mumbling chatter of the punks around him. He ignored everything and kept his head down as he contemplated the remnants of his drink.
“Are you sure that’s such a good idea?”
The voice next to him was old and labored. Max didn’t react to it. A dirty, disheveled man who hadn’t washed in days was the last person he’d take advice from, he thought. Instead, he swirled his glass around and admired the brown liquor for a moment before swallowing it down. No matter how many times he’d had it, it never failed to make him grimace just a little bit. But his discomfort from the sting of the cheap liquor went away and was replaced by a half-smirk right after like always.
“It’s not a good idea,” he sighed. “Not for someone like me. But I was never a man who made the best decisions in his life.” Max raised a hand up and signaled for the bartender. “Ambient whiskey for my friend here.”
“Make it a double—”
“Single,” Max cut off the old man next to him. “I’m not paying for a double.”