Welcome to the Marines (Corporate Marines Book 2) by Tom Germann Read Free Book Online

holder. There are small screens built into the seats ahead of us and I see everyone sitting using them with headphones.
    Why are the external feeds off? I thought I was the only criminal involved, but maybe not. I mean, every plane out there now lets you access the net for the entertainment system.
    Plane systems are not hackable, as they require a hard access point.
    I lose myself in a really cool fantasy movie about aliens and instantaneous travel between locations and enjoy some more fruit juice.
    The flight itself is pleasant and weird. No one tells us about emergency protocols or what to do. We all just sit there quietly ignoring each other while entertaining ourselves on the pads.
    We are in the air for almost three hours when we start heading down for a landing.
    The landing is uneventful and we exit out to a much warmer climate. It’s a small airfield with a hangar and control tower; we can see armed guards in the distance patrolling around.
    As we group up on the one side of the plane, a grey bus pulls up and a woman gets out. She is badly scarred on the one side of her face and it runs down her neck. She is wearing a grey one-piece utility jumpsuit. It’s similar to my prison one, but it has pockets and I think it is probably much better quality. Her hair is so short it’s hard to tell what colour it is.
    She nods at the suit and then calls out, “Board the bus in single file and fill it from the back toward the front. Move now.”
    We move toward the bus, naturally moving into a single file and boarding. When the last of us is sitting, she gets back on the bus and stands in the aisle. She stares at all of us like she is looking at us and at the same time not really seeing us. I have seen that look before when dealing with people outside the Projects. In her eyes we are like cattle. Something to be herded and guided, but not really cared about.
    Why would somebody want to care about an animal that they are going to have slaughtered for food?
    Her hands rest on the seat backs on both sides of the aisle. She is scary as hell.
    She just starts talking. “No talking, and stay seated until we get you situated in the training facility.” She stops for a second just looking at us, then continues. “Congratulations. You are now all candidates for joining the Marines.”
    She sits down and the bus roars off.
    This is it. I am out of jail, not being executed, and instead becoming a Marine for the Corporation.
    Why am I not feeling better? Can I do this? I can barely operate anymore and all I can see is blood and hear the screams.

WELCOME TO CANADA
    S he seems to warm up to us a bit after the bus takes off and one of the other guys asks her a question about how long the bus ride is going to be. As mean-looking as she is, when she started answering him she did sound a lot nicer.
    I don’t catch any of what she says as I am a bit out of it. Something about being in court, getting whisked out and then attacked by the bitch’s mother, and then all the traveling. I do not feel like myself, or like much of anything, really.
    I’m just going to roll with it for right now. I’d figured out that they would tell us whatever we absolutely had to know.
    As the bus starts driving away, the short woman stands up at the front of the bus while the big beefy security goons just sit there. She faces us and starts talking.
    “Good day, everyone. I am your local corporate rep and my task is to deliver you to your training facility. I know you have questions. Let’s see if I can anticipate and answer some now and then you can ask whatever I may have missed, all right?”
    Most of us just stare at her while a few nod that it is okay. She gives us a second and then continues. “We are in Canada and driving to one of the smaller facilities where experimental work is done. The city we are driving through was built up by the Corporation, which is the major employer in the area. It will take us approximately fifty minutes to get to the