Traitor by Jonathan Yanez

Traitor

Traitor by Jonathan Yanez (Forsaken Mercenary #10)
English | 2020| Sci – Fi | ePUB | 2.9 MB

I’m Jonathan, a former personal trainer turned full-time author and part-time model. I could go on and on about how many books I’ve written and awards I’ve won and blah, blah, blah but I’d rather use this time for you to get to know the real me. I write because that’s what I was born to do and I freaking love doing it.

When you’re the king of the mountain,
everyone wants to see you fall.
He’s secured all three Relics. All problems solved, right?
Wrong.
Monsters from the Gate roam deserted Earth and Daniel Hunt is first in line to chase them down.
Meanwhile, an invisible enemy increases its hold on the human race; infecting one-by-one as it spreads across the population. This alien pandemic soon reaches those closest to Daniel.
The Galactic Government looks to W.O.L.F. led by Daniel Hunt for help in their darkest hour.
Will the aid of the Relics be enough? Or will the newly thriving population encounter a culling?

“You sound like you have a plan.” Zoe lifted an eyebrow. “Why does it seem like this plan is going to involve turning the locals into a militarized fighting force?”

“Are you reading my mind?” I asked with a lopsided grin. “Seriously, get out of my head.”

“I represent the Galactic Government, Daniel,” Zoe said, shaking her head. “I can’t go around training military units in different parts of Earth. It doesn’t work like that. Maybe it should, but it doesn’t.”

“Right,” I replied, anticipating this response. “So maybe you just stand by and track this worm with Sergeant Toy while Preacher, Al, and I get these people ready.”

“If they’re even willing to fight,” Zoe stated, looking up at the larger building where the locals still argued with one another. The little boy eating his early morning meal caught her eye and waved.

Zoe waved back at him with a smile.

“Look the other way, for the children,” I pressed, only half teasing. “Think of the children, Zoe.”

“All right,” Zoe acquiesced, tearing her eyes from the child and looking back at me. “I didn’t see anything, we didn’t have this conversation.”

“What conversation?” I asked.

“Exactly right,” Zoe answered.

“I’m a miracle worker,” Al boasted in our earpieces. “I don’t like to brag about myself, but I don’t think Preacher is, and Butch doesn’t speak your language, so I have to do it myself. But I am a miracle worker.”

“You’re a pain in my butt,” Preacher retorted. His voice came in our comms but also somewhere behind us.

I turned to see Preacher walking up the dirt road. Butch trotted on his right. Twin hover bots projected Al’s golden form beside him on his left.

They were a sight to see walking up the road together. The massive wolf, the one-eyed katana-wielding mercenary, and the alien AI with the holographic-projected body.

“We’re finished,” Al announced to us, ignoring Preacher’s last comment. “We should be able to attach these to the comm units you already wear. They’ll connect down to your throat. When you speak, your words will be translated into the native tongue of our hosts.”

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