Fallocaust (The Fallocaust Series) by Quil Carter Read Free Book Online

town. Well a large percentage of the block was abandoned, but this place more so. Even today, two years later and with a slight population increase, this side of town was mostly vacant. The buildings here had been built longer ago than the ones on the other side of town, and hadn’t stood the test of time like the stronger structures. Time had gotten the best of the east side of town, and the surviving plants of the wasteland, and the dust had taken the buildings back to nature. A few of them had crumbled under their own weight, but for the most part they stood in ruins.
I suddenly realized that while my thoughts had been wandering to the ruined buildings, Greyson had just finished telling me something.
“What was that? I wasn’t listening,” I said aloofly, taking my gaze away from an abandoned corner store that had long ago been looted and cleaned out.
Greyson let out an exasperated grunt and shook his head. “Reaver this is important, I need your help when the mercer gets here.”
“With what?” I asked, my interest now piqued.
Greyson paused, as if trying to think of what he was going to say next. I don’t know why he bothered, he was always blunt and honest with me, he knew I didn’t give a shit about wording things nicely. Waste of time, I thought, just spit it out and if someone’s feelings are hurt they can deal with it later.
Greyson seemed to sense this from me, he took a deep breath. “If anything goes wrong with the mercer, I want you to shoot him,” he said dryly.
I was taken aback, I looked at the leader of Aras and blinked in confusion, wondering if I had just had a stroke without knowing. “Ten minutes ago you were telling the block to shut up and suck up, and you’re telling me I can kill him?”
“Snipe him,” Greyson corrected, “if you need too, snipe him.”
    “Why?” I cocked an eyebrow. Though the image of blowing the brains out of a mercer was filling me with grisly intrigue.
Greyson’s mouth twitched, he wiped the sweat off of his head. I was very amused with his body language during this particular conversation, rightfully so he seemed to be struggling with his decision to ask me to snipe the mercer. He was usually very good at maintaining a calm and gathered demeanour around others, but now it was obvious to tell he was uncomfortable with his decision.
    I suppose, thinking back, it was because he comfortable around me and that’s why he didn’t feel like he needed to put on a show that he was confident with this order. I was his right hand man, he and Leo had taken me in when my parents died only days after coming to Aras. I was not only his pseudo kid, but as I had gotten older, I had become his solider too.
Greyson could count on me, even if he wasn’t sure of his orders. I was the only asshole he could trust with a sensitive order such as this. He knew that I wasn’t going to gossip or spread it around to my friends, I didn’t have any fucking friends to spread it to besides Reno, and I was his only friend anyways.
“If anything goes wrong, and lots of things can go wrong during these visits-” Greyson paused then continued, “I want the mercer dead before he can take any incriminating information back to Silas. We can take care of the soldiers, it will take a long time in the greywastes for King Silas to find out the mercer is dead and by that time we can prepare for the backlash.”
“You’re talking to me like this has happened before,” I said slowly, I noticed how quiet this street was. The speakers which usually hummed pre-recorded radio music were not set up this far east, so all that could be heard was our foot steps and our breath. I was used to quiet, I liked quiet, but this was an unsettling silence, the eerie silence before something happened that seemed to electrify the air. The silence before the Legion stepped foot on my land. This above everything else made me uneasy, and I started feeling more and more relieved that Greyson had trusted me with this