Big, Round Snowballs E-Book

George Saoulidis

• Herausgeber: Mythography Studios
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

Deimos was planning to spend a quiet Christmas this year. You know, just a regular night in, cleaning his guns and getting wasted. He definitely did not plan on getting dropped with a parachute behind enemy lines, getting tasked with retrieving something round and weird, and rescuing young ladies from enemy encampments. A Deimos Çelik story.

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Big, Round Snowballs

"This is not how I wanted to spend my Christmas, Nico," I said through gritted teeth.

More like chattering teeth, because I was freezing my ass off.

"Yeah, yeah, whine all you like after the drop," Nico said over the comms. He was currently flying a helicopter through a goddamn blizzard and the side door was open.

I, of course, ran through the parachute checks once again. It can't hurt to be too cautious about these things, especially when dropping off into rough, icy terrain on your own.

"Approaching drop zone in ten," Nico said and tilted the helicopter, adjusting our course. The wind was howling and my nose was...

Well, my nose felt like it was going to fall off.

I gripped the tether and the quick release and waited for my mark. I had that queasy feeling in my gut, no sane person wants to drop from a helicopter into a whiteout from kilometres up in the air, but someone has to do the shitty jobs around here, and that someone is me.

I'm Deimos. Deimos Çelik, pronounced like Che Guevara, though we're nothing alike. For starters, I like to take showers. And we've probably fought the same amount of wars, but I'm not doing it for ideology and all that skata.

I'm just doing it for the money.

I'm a mercenary, a hired gun, an enforcer, call it what you will. If the money is right and if kids ain't gonna get killed, I'll consider the job. I don't do the nasty ones, but I have no illusions about the ones I end up doing. The people that hire me aren't exactly on Santa's list of present recipients.

"Three!" Nico shouted over the blizzard.

Right. Time to jump. Sorry, no time to chat about me, maybe afterwards.

I clicked the quick release and held on by my own, frozen fingers. Sure, I had a proper survival suit on, no armour, of course, what are you, nuts? Just a Kevlar. But it didn't do much, simply because it was freezing outside.

"One, go go go!"

I jumped without hesitation. Missing the mark was a stupid thing to do. Even if something went wrong, at least if you make the mark for the landing zone your people would know where to look for your splattered guts. I know that the image of a parachute guy comically hanging from a tree comes to your mind, but this isn't the case. This is...

Well, you'll see in fourteen seconds.

I dropped like a brick, waited ten seconds, pulled the parachute release and got jerked up like a marionette.

A marionette with a big-ass rifle!

I had four more seconds to clear my own landing zone, or I was toast from the automated anti-air guns.

Hence, dropping in the blizzard. I wouldn't have done it if it wasn't necessary.