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Victory Day
They Came For Blood: Book Three
Scott Moon
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Book Description
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
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Book Order
THEY CAME FOR BLOOD
Invasion Day
Resistance Day
Victory Day
Departure Day (coming soon)
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A MECH WARRIOR’S TALE
(SHORTYVERSE)
Shorty
Kill Me Now
Ground Pounder
Shorty and the Brits
Fight for Doomsday (A Novel)… coming soon.
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CHRONICLES OF KIN ROLAND
Enemy of Man
Son of Orlan
Weapons of Earth
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DARKLANDING
Assignment Darklanding
Ike Shot the Sheriff
Outlaws
Runaway
An Unglok Murder
SAGCON
Race to the Finish
Boom Town
A Warrior's Home
Hunter
Diver Down
Empire
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FALL OF PROMISEDALE
Death by Werewolf
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GRENDEL UPRISING
Proof of Death
Blood Royal
Grendel
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SMC MARAUDERS
Bayonet Dawn
Burning Sun
The Forever Siren
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SON OF A DRAGONSLAYER
Dragon Badge
Dragon Attack
Dragon Land
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TERRAN STRIKE MARINES
The Dotari Salvation
Rage of Winter
Valdar’s Hammer
The Beast of Eridu
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THE LAST REAPER
The Last Reaper
Fear the Reaper
Blade of the Reaper
Wings of the Reaper
Flight of the Reaper
Wrath of the Reaper
Will of the Reaper
Descent of the Reaper
Hunt of the Reaper
Bastion of the Reaper
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SHORT STORIES
Boss
Fire Prince
Ice Field
Sgt. Orlan: Hero of Man
The Darklady
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ASSASSIN PRIME
The Hand of Empyrean
Spiderfall
Book Description
There is no second place. Humanity either wins or is slaughtered.
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David Osage must rescue the mysterious young Navigator—she’s the key to sending the Fosk-ha away forever. But he has to keep his sister from turning into a monster, even though they need that monster to fight the enemy.
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As chaos mounts, Earth’s fighters must form an alliance with an alien overlord who has an agenda of his own. Can they choose the winning side, and if they do, can they live with it?
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The invaders have never lost a war, but the battle for Earth will be like nothing human or alien has ever seen.
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If you love alien invasion, post-apocalyptic, and mech warrior stories, if you love your planet and your mother and your way of life, Victory Day should be on your “read right now” list.
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Victory Day: They Came for Blood Part 3
Chapter One
David Osage opened his eyes. A very annoying little sister whispered in his ear, her breath hot and damp. For a moment, he was twelve, she was eight, and they were camping in the Rockies.
I wish that was my reality now.
“Hey, get up, sleepy head. The Army peeps are making us look bad,” she said.
Morning sunlight warmed the Colorado ground. He kept his back to her, wishing he could go back to sleep. Far above, the final Fosk-ha versus Fosk-ha battles of the night were dying down. He couldn’t hear the clash, but the visual spectacle was the most amazing thing he’d ever seen. Energy beams crisscrossed the stratosphere. Alien ships exploded like pale fireworks.
He wondered if Laura had sat next to him watching the show. Years ago, she’d done things like that—sensing his vulnerability despite the tattoos and bar-fight scars that blinded most people. Even when he came home after admitting he hadn’t gone to college, she’d stuck by him. She was only a teenager at the time, but was wise beyond her years. She understood what he needed.
Their parents had allowed him to move home after he spent his tuition money on a solo motorcycle trip through South America. Completely broke, working a minimum-wage job, and living with his parents again, it had been the first of many humiliations for David.
Laura never mentioned it. Instead, she’d sat in his room while she thought he was sleeping. He’d never asked why she’d done that, but it meant something to him. Sometimes she’d read by moonlight or the streetlamp shining through his bedroom window. Mostly, she just sat there for hours, radiating calm.
I can’t let anything happen to her.
“You’re awake,” she said.
David didn’t move. “Still sleeping. Completely out. Trying to get some rest from constantly saving your ass.”
“I’m pretty sure you’re awake. You stopped snoring.”
He rolled toward her. “Whatever.”
“When did you start making that noise? Scared the hell out of me when you first did it.”
“I don’t snore.” David sat up and rubbed his eyes until he felt more awake.
“You totally do.”
“Yeah, well, your mother dresses you funny,” he said, then took her hand. She pulled him to his feet, no small task considering the discrepancies between their body weights.
The sun crept over the rolling hills west of the limestone church. Meadowlarks chirped a melody that seemed to deny the presence of world-destroying aliens, grumpy truckers in need of coffee, and soldiers moving quietly about their work.
Private Ronald “Can I have some damn pizza” Morris and Corporal Deana Lester had the hood to their Humvee up and were poking around with flashlights as the sun rose. Corporal Kevin Nguyen sat in the turret behind the fifty-cal, looking like he hadn’t slept all night.
David searched for Young and found the corporal sliding through the shadows, his movement unhurried and his demeanor calm, even when the world was ending.
“David, Laura,” Young said, searching their part of the camp site. “Where’s Charles?”
“Answering nature’s call,” Laura said.
Young nodded. “We need to talk about the coordinates Walker gave us. I’m not sure I want to share them with King.”
“Why not?” David asked.
“We work well together on day-to-day stuff, but I don’t want to argue about this. He might not want to search for Olympus—whether that’s a place or a person or an organization—without knowing all the details and agreeing on an ops plan.”
“I think you’re right,” Laura said. “Charles, pinch it off and get back here.”
Young cocked an eyebrow. “Is that how your family talks?”
“We bring out the tomboy in her,” David said.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Laura shook her head. “I’m a lady.”
Her little brother appeared from the other direction, holding two camping cups. “What’s your problem?
She hugged him carefully, then took one of the cups. “Thanks! I love you best.”
Charles laughed. David groaned.
“The coordinates that Walker gave us are for a place called Mesa Verde in the southwestern corner of Colorado,” Young said, unfolding a map from a gas station.
“We went there on a family vacation to see the cave dwellings.” David gestured to Laura and Charles. “They might have been too young to remember much.”
“I remember,” Laura said. “You wandered off. Mom and Dad were in tears by the time the park rangers brought you in.”
“I’ve never been this way and neither has anyone in my squad—or the two groups that came up last night,” Young said. “King and the rest of the column will be here soon. They’ve been patrolling and fortifying rally points in case we come this way again with the Fosk-ha chasing us.”
“Smart,” Charles said. “I’m not convinced about Area 51 or this Olympus place. So we could be traveling for a while until the puzzle pieces fall into place.”
“Olympus needs to be checked out. Why are these coordinates important?” Young said. “I have mixed feelings about Area 51 and so does my squad. The other units just want to go where King orders the column.”
David gestured Charles over. “Young doesn’t think we should tell King about Walker and the coordinates to Olympus.”
“I agree, one hundred percent,” Charles said.
David and Laura nodded too.
“Good. On to practical matters. We have plenty of fuel, ammunition, and water. A second vehicle would make us all more comfortable, especially if Dust rejoins us. Food and other supplies will be needed before long, so keep a lookout for anything we can use. Once King is here and I handle him, we’ll roll out.”
David patted him on the shoulder and walked toward the other half of the camp. “Where did you get that coffee, Charles?”
“A guy named Perkins has some. Tell him you’re my brother and he’ll hook you up. I gave him some Red Massacre codes,” Charles said.
“You’re robbing these gamers,” Laura grumbled. “When are they going to use the codes?”
“Nature will find away,” Charles said, jumping back when she punched at his shoulder.
“You’re so lame.”
“Pizza, close the hood and be ready to roll!” Young shouted.
Pizza held up a rag he’d been using to clean grease from something. “We’re not done.”
“Close enough. Be done or get done. I’m not asking for an ETA; I’m telling you when,” Young said.
“Just finished,” Pizza said. “As it happens, Lester was just goldbricking anyway.”
From down the highway came the roar of approaching vehicles. Five Humvees, three light armored vehicles (LAV-25s), one Stryker, and one Medium Tactical Vehicle Replacement (MTVR), and a motley collection of civilian motorcycles, pickup trucks, and dune buggies appeared out of the smoke blotting the eastern sky.
“Where did all these jokers come from?” Laura asked.
Young, still watching Pizza and Lester suspiciously, hesitated before answering. “Reports from earlier this morning suggest a lot of people drove to the sound of battle. King entered the fight with two platoons, took heavy casualties, and came out of that mess with better than a company of irregulars.”
The column moved around the camp Young had set up with David’s group and the advanced units King sent forward once the Fosk-ha abandoned the area. One vehicle, a civilian ambulance with “death to the Fosk” spray-painted on both sides, pulled out of the formation and slid to a halt. The heavy vehicle rocked on its suspension as two soldiers and one civilian dragged a gurney into the open air.
The man on it wore a Fosk-ha chest piece and one sleeve. Two men were trying to get the sleeve off. From the look of it, removing the other sleeve had peeled most of the skin off the man’s arm.
“Get it off me!” The man screamed like they weren’t even there, like he was shouting at God. “I’m burning. Oh shit, my blood—it’s acid!”
His expression writhed, his neck twisting and body bucking off the gurney.
Laura rushed forward. “What happened?”
David followed, fear clenching his gut.
“Get it off!” the man screamed.
Laura punched him on the jaw and the man collapsed. David tensed, surprised by her decisive action.
“What the hell?” demanded the civilian.
“How did you get the other piece of armor off?” Laura asked, ignoring the civilian’s outrage at her bedside manner. The two soldiers, by contrast, seemed relieved that the screaming had stopped.
“We just pulled it off,” the civilian said. “I’m a doctor. I—”
“What kind of doctor?” Laura asked as she ran her fingers around the edge of the chest piece.
“Obstetrician.”
“Great. I’ll let you know if this guy is having a baby.”
The doctor glared at her. “Who the hell are you?”
David stepped in to help restrain the patient, relieving one of the exhausted soldiers. “She’s my sister and she’s already doing a better job than you are.”
Young, King, and several others gathered around.
“What do you need, Laura?” Young asked.
“Not sure yet.” She glanced at David.
He wished he could say something to help. A choking groan caught his attention. “He’s coming around. You better do something. Maybe this time, you could club him with something heavy.”
She shook her head in obvious frustration. “It’s like the answer is right there, but I can’t grab it. Help me think like an alien asshole invading a planet.”
“The armor will be designed to stay on during a battle,” Young said.
The idea sounded half-finished to David.
“Everyone, step back,” Laura said. She looked at the doctor. “Can you put him to sleep? Make him relax?”
“I don’t know if I should give him medication right now, not without knowing the extent of the trauma inflicted on his internal organs,” the obstetrician said.
“What are you thinking?” David asked Laura.
“Just what Young said. Maybe if he’s relaxed, it will come off by itself.” Laura put one hand on the doctor’s arm. “We don’t have a lot of options.”
The doctor nodded and started pulling syringes from a medical bag. David and the others watched in silence. Elsewhere in the camp, King’s soldiers kept busy—setting guard posts, checking vehicles, cracking jokes.
“Okay,” the doctor said, administering the first shot. “But I’m definitely losing my medical license for this. Give it about thirty seconds.”
“What did you give him?” Young asked.
“Ketamine. It shouldn’t cause a loss of airway reflexes, so that’s good,” the doctor said. “I’ve never actually used it on a patient.”
David clamped him on the shoulder. “Good job, doc. First time for everything.”
The soldier wearing the alien armor sank into the ground, his face visibly relaxing.
“I’m surprised it only took one,” the doctor murmured.
