This couldn't be happening. I wasn't trained for this. Neither was Ruggy. He didn't care though, the hothead wanted to bring the fight to the Harvesters. Those damn gene-freaks were marching towards us. Chances are they knew our location way before we knew theirs. That's what they did. They were faster, more advanced, and less compassionate.
THWUMP! came pounding from our cruiser as the whole vehicle wobbled. The beast was shredding through the side door. It'd be out in no time. Ruggy's crazy plan of taking the fight to the Harvesters was truthfully the best we had to work with. We couldn't outrun them. We couldn't hide from them. The only advantage we had was that abomination that remained in our cruiser.
ANGIE, THIS WAY, came Ruggy's message through the interface of my goggles.
I stayed close to my partner, hiding behind a boulder. Our night vision from the goggles let us see clearly in shadowed rocks. It shielded us on both sides as the cruiser door peeled open from razor-sharp claws. The beast sprung out into The Lost and charged towards us on all fours like some enraged great ape.
The Harvesters held their electro-spears, humming with power. Their gunmetal chrome suits shined against the light of their weapons. High-frequency clicking noises came from their being. There were the harvesters I was used to. That Harvester at the crash site – a rarity. They were never vulnerable, only killers.
GET READY TO FIRE AT THE HARVESTERS, Ruggy typed. THAT BEAST IS CLOSING IN FASTER.
I watched the Harvesters as Ruggy watched the beast. We had each other's backs. Scrappers had to. No one else would help us. We were on our own. Sweat poured down my face, watching the four Harvesters march up the hill. The clicking began to ring in my hear. They were too close. There was nowhere for us to turn either. We were backed into a corner. The only way out was to dash at the opportune moment. This plan better work.
The beast bellowed, leaping into the air, claws extended outward. The Harvesters were a good two dozen paces away from us. They raised their spears in defensive stances, watching the beast. It soared down towards the group.
One Harvester typed something into its wrist, causing the suite to open several holes around its wrist and up the forearm. Pitch black tentacles wiggled out of the holes and towards the beast. They reached the creature before it hit the ground, colliding in midair. The beast hacked at the tentacles, slicing some of them apart. A couple of them snagged its limbs. Another grabbed the neck, immobilizing the beast in the air.
LET'S GO! Ruggy typed, sprinting from the hideout.
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Scrappers Part IV
Science FictionThe Harvesters are closing in. The beast is about to break free. Angie and Ruggie can't outrun them. Their only hope is to venture into The Lost, the remains of civilization before the war, and before the collapse of the planet. Scrappers Part IV co...