The Feeding of Sorrows by Rob Howell (Four Horsemen Tales #11)
English | 2019 | Sci / Fi | ePUB | 472 Kb
The Feeding : Once is an accident. Twice is a coincidence. Three times is enemy action.
When Zuul-led thugs attack members of the Queen Elizabeth’s Own Foresters leaving the Lyon’s Den, the battles on Cimaron 283133-6A and Peninnah become enemy action, not simply mercs fulfilling contracts. What the Foresters don’t realize is that these attacks have been planned for years as part of an even larger series of plots aided by members of the Mercenary Guild.
Unlikely allies appear, including a Peacemaker who doesn’t like being used, an electronic intelligence specialist with a past that’s heavily redacted, and the strangest recruit in the Foresters’ history, but will their aid be enough against foes who seek the unit’s complete and utter destruction? And more importantly—who is funding the intelligence specialist’s special toys?
Answers will be found as the Foresters battles across the stars and in alien jungles—but will the answers only bring more questions? Only two things are certain. Alliances will shift. And sorrows will be fed.
“Edmonds worried they had gone too fast, and they had overextended on that flank. She opened her mouth to say something, but while she was paying attention to Alfa 33, Lieutenant Hedstrom had pushed Alfa 13’s CASPer Mk 4s around the other side. Alfa 13 completely surprised the Jivool and ripped through their ranks with K-bombs and full-metal-jacketed 12.7mm rounds.
The charge devastated the bear-like aliens. Although they still heavily outnumbered the Foresters, they started to flee.
Edmonds opened her command channel. “Sunray Actual to Alfa Third. Give the Jivool a lane to retreat. Keep hammering the edges as they go.”
“Alfa Third to Sunray Actual. Wilco.”
“Had to give an order, didn’t you?”
Edmonds glanced back at Major Hamish MacKenzie, her chief-of- staff. “Hedstrom probably would’ve done it, but there’s still a bunch of Jivool out there.”
“You’re still being a busybody.”
“I suppose.” She turned back to the screen. The estimates of Jivool dead and wounded were growing swiftly, but she barely noticed. She directed her focus to the Forester casualties scrolling down her display. These were her people, and somebody had ambushed them.
“Alfa Third sure kicked the hell out of the Jivool. The bears won’t want to face us again anytime soon.”
Years of training in proper behavior from the nuns at St. Joe’s Wellesley prevented her from snapping at him.
It’s not his fault that she’d sent their troops out at three-to-one odds. Thank goodness the Jivool relied on lasers.
“I suppose you’re right, Hamish.”