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Monsterpocalypse FanFic 3 (part 6)

part 5

PROFIT

MARGIN

OF TERROR!

A Tale of The Monsterpocalypse

Fiction by A.G.M.

6
FROM HERE TO WAURIKA

Keith and Ballantyne took a chance to sleep a couple of hours while they waited for their captors to figure out how best to dispose of them. The reclining position of their chairs was ideal for that purpose as well as keeping them restrained, but did not provided relief for such necessities as going to the bathroom, which Ballantyne shrilly demanded for half an hour before two Women In White arrived to escort her to the toilet facilities adjoining the interview room.   When she was escorted back, she had figured her escorts were androids and would not notice her tensing up as she was strapped back in. relaxing gave her slack, but she had to be careful when wriggling free because previous struggles had shown her  the bonds would tighten if the couch sensors detected any force being exerted against the straps.   Good thing she had learned yoga techniques during her time in Indonesia.

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Monsterpocalypse FanFic 3 (part 5)

part 4

PROFIT

MARGIN

OF TERROR!

A Tale of The Monsterpocalypse

Fiction by A.G.M.

5
THE WORLD IS (KIND OF) NOT ENOUGH

Craghill had been asleep in the Fox JAW’s cab when Yarur and Morgan came knocking.   Bleary-eyed and yawning he climbed down the narrow ladder leading down the two-story height of the truck.   “Man! It’s still dark and you wake me up?” he complained.
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Monsterpocalypse FanFic 3 (part 4)

part 3

PROFIT

MARGIN

OF TERROR!

A Tale of The Monsterpocalypse

Fiction by A.G.M.

4
DOCTOR _01

When Ballantyne came around, the first thing she noticed was the chair she was strapped to.   Sort of like a dentist’s chair, with all the sinister ramifications that implied.   The second thing she noticed was Keith strapped to a similar chair to her left.   He was awake with a dismayed face.
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Monsterpocalypse FanFic 3 (part 3)

part 2

PROFIT

MARGIN

OF TERROR!

A Tale of The Monsterpocalypse

Fiction by A.G.M.

3
THE MALTESE CYBERFALCON

Ballantyne met with the Malcontents at a closed-down shop a well past midnight. Keith had missed out on his nightly report to Craghill but figured since they would be gone by early morning, it would not matter.
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Monsterpocalypse FanFic 3 (part 2)

part 1

PROFIT

MARGIN

OF TERROR!

A Tale of The Monsterpocalypse

Fiction by A.G.M.

2
THE DIRTY CREW

There were four of the vehicles.   Four Trucks, each two stories high, capable of occupying four lanes on an average street. Each of their titanic wheels was taller than a man and could crush an SUV underfoot like nothing.   They were the kind of haulers used in mining to transport ore for processing, but at forty tons each, had been heavily modified for additional engine power, speed and carrying capacity.   Each of the monster trucks had similar features: a spiked plow in front of their grills for high-speed, punishing collisions; four swivel-mounted M60’s controlled remotely by the drivers, in case someone tried to board the vehicles; a hood-mounted flame thrower for those persistent hitchhikers and a massive, turret-mounted weapon’s system at the back of the hauler area of three of the vehicles and reinforced armor with bulletproof glass.   One had a rack of rocket launchers and had Fox JAW -FTE stenciled on the side.   The second truck had fuel tanks and four gigantic spray nozzles capable of spewing fiery, liquid death several hundred meters away and had ‘Gypsy Sunbeam’ written in flowery, psychedelic letters.   The third had what could be only described as a massive ray cannon like those shown in old science fiction movies with Gear Jammer-BTO written on its side.   All these were 16-wheelers while the last truck had 18-wheels and no turret-mounted weapons.   It carried the deadliest weapon of All in the form of what initially appeared to be a massive Egg, secured to its back by crane and huge braces.   It was Cletus Abramson’s Rolling Ranch, the head vehicle of the fleet.

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Monsterpocalypse FanFic 3 (part 1)

 

PROFIT

MARGIN

OF TERROR!

 

A Tale of The Monsterpocalypse

Fiction by A.G.M.

‘… and so, continuing our gazetteer of Devastation USA, we come across the quiet, quaint little town of Waurika.’

‘An oddity to this region, Waurika’s streets have never been riddled with craters nor its buildings been razed to the ground. Its citizens do not suffer from the starvation and cannibalism prevalent in other towns, nor are they armed to teeth, waylaying travelers.

‘In fact, as a town owned solely by a corporate entity, Waurika seems to enjoy a normalcy predating the Monsterpocalypse. Her streets are kept meticulously clean, her mail arrives via helicopter on time, her houses are all lit and well-tended.

‘Only the citizens of Waurika themselves bear haunted looks of
quiet desperation…’

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Monsterpocalypse FanFic 2 (part 4)

Part 3

MARCHING

ORDERS

A TALE OF THE MONSTERPOCALYPSE

FICTION BY A.G.M.

“HERE THERE BE MONSTERS”

4

After landing, we scrambled all our vehicles leaving only four skeleton crews and G-Tanks on guard, while I positioned Artemis in a kneeling position from which Medina and her crew could access her Avionics and get me out of the cockpit.

I figured I had a few hours to kill while Medina worked on Artemis, so I took a Runaround Jeep with Lt. Hausser and did a quick recon of our camp grounds; Six more Coffins had been deployed along with a Portable Firebase. Its generator was already erected and the Coffins were being broken down into defensive barricades. Seven other modular components to the Firebase served to create a Defense Base. As it stood then, the Firebase was five stories high with a Cannon on top and communications array. A squad of ten G-Tanks was deployed defensively around its base in a standard defensive, staggered formation, which was fine if you expected an attack from the air, and we used it all the time when fighting Martians or the Swarm. But I suppose Br. Chaney had had his reasons for the deployment I am unaware of.

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