Metal Deep: Infinite - Metal Wing: Episode 5 by GX Knight Read Free Book Online

out of the room during my performance, but just before he made it out, a gratuitous movement from a taller scientist he was trying to hide behind left him open to my line of sight, and with a blur, my pistol stopped with its cobalt laser dot dancing at the tip of his nose.

    “Bang!” I said threateningly.

    He screamed and then ran out of the lab still shrieking down the hall. I guess everyone was used to him being so odd, because they all chuckled, and a wave of “that happens all the time” filled the space between me and the others. He may have just been paranoid, but something inside me told me there was more. I shoved the weapons into the holsters of my suit, and started to go after him under the guise of needing to apologize. I couldn’t get out of the lab as the com buzzed and an uppity female voice blared through the crackling speaker, “Is he ready yet? I’ve been waiting all morning, and I have grown quite impatient. Send him down here now .”

    I was decked out in a state-of-the-art warsuit. I had just been given two of the deadliest personal weapons our military had ever constructed. I’ve got some kind of sixth sense sitting on the front of my head like a bad sugar rush. Things were progressing a little fast. Before I really got a chance to take it all in though, I was hurried down a couple flights of stairs, escorted through five checkpoints in an old rust and mold covered area of the base, and then put in a vehicle that drove at high speed down an abandoned-looking tunnel for well over fifteen minutes. By the time we stopped, I could have been anywhere. Good thing I had built in GPS.
     
    A thought was hanging out in the back of my mind like an annoying fly that just wouldn’t buzz away: Why the hurry? Why the sudden need for experimental field equipment? Considering my near miss from the bombing, I think I could answer that, but I still wasn’t sure. I couldn’t help but wonder if we had done this weeks ago if I could have somehow stopped these terror attacks before it all started. At the same time, could there be something looming that Wyld is worried about? It’s not like I’ve done or read anything between then and now that’s made that big of a difference. Well, I did almost die. If that’s not motivation I don’t know what it is. But, no way was that factored in as part of the training. I hated all the “need to know” holes I still didn’t know.

    I was snapped back into the moment as my suit stabbed me again. It was a quick stinging sensation that pricked me simultaneously across almost all of my skin. The sensation wasn’t terrible, but it was definitely going to take some getting used to. Wyld had neglected to mention the need for constant injections before I agreed to sign on. I couldn’t help but wonder what else I hadn’t been told.

    I found the answer to that question as the vehicle pulled into a mountain-sized underground hangar-bay. My jaw dropped as I padded silently across metal-grated floor. I was too focused on the two jets in front of me to notice that my noise dampening armored boots didn’t make a sound.

    There were two aircraft. In the back there was a jet colored in pearl. She was sleek and smooth with sweeping wings, dual ailerons, and double mounted intakes set just behind the canopy on each side of the cockpit. Though she was static, she looked fast and ready to fly.

    The other craft was polar opposite. She was a beefy fighter as dark as my suit. She was armed with a myriad of weaponry mounted to the wing, underbelly, and fuselage. It had a quad wing configuration and a single intake located just underneath the main chassis.

    I knew that one was for me. I made my way toward her, but I stopped in my tracks as I heard a voice come from the empty cockpit. It was the same irritated female’s voice that piped through the weapon’s lab speaker. She was curt, and bit her words with mechanical disdain, “Well, it’s about time, Captain Rycard. Let’s get the