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    Hunted (Neo-Tokyo Death Battle, Book 2)
    Hunted (Neo-Tokyo Death Battle, Book 2)
    Hunted (Neo-Tokyo Death Battle, Book 2)
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    Hunted (Neo-Tokyo Death Battle, Book 2)

    By Kenneth Guthrie

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    There is nowhere to run for The Rabbit. Caught between a terrorist organization and the combatants in the game, Eric is forced to new lengths to survive what that has become a trap with only one way out - death. Seconds, minutes and hours have become the currency of his survival. If he can live through 24 hours of hell, he might just meet the love of his life once more. There is never enough time.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLunatic Ink Publishing
    Release dateFeb 16, 2015
    ISBN9781310381454
    Hunted (Neo-Tokyo Death Battle, Book 2)
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    Kenneth Guthrie

    Kenneth Guthrie is a writer of sci-fi, fantasy and crime novels.Profile image credit: Vincent Gerbouin at Pexels.com

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      Hunted (Neo-Tokyo Death Battle, Book 2) - Kenneth Guthrie

      ONE

      They drag him into the dark space and throw him to the floor. Eric Stet's combat suit slaps off a steel surface. He lies still as a door closes somewhere behind him.

      You were this round's winner, a distorted voice says from his left.

      Boots, leather, probably military, slap the floor and he hears the sound of foot steps.

      We are going to take you out of that suit, the voice says from above. You are loaded with cameras and all kinds of listening devices. It is going to be unpleasant.

      No! Eric yells. You can't. I'll die.

      The man laughs.

      Is that what you think? You'll find out soon enough that your body is stronger than you think it is.

      He claps his hands and the door opens again. Men come in. There is the very loud sound of a power saw running on low in the background.

      Make sure he doesn't get hurt. We need him intact.

      Eric screams as the saw comes down to his back. This was not what he was expecting to happen today.

      TWO

      He breathes lightly on the floor. Dust comes up and slowly wafts towards the stone ceiling of the cell that he is in. It's cold and his skin feels clammy. Eric wants to get up, but they have some electronic device on the back of his neck that shocks him every time he tries.

      The door open. A short man with a long gray-black beard wearing a jet black uniform with no insignia walks in. He sits down on the steel foldout seat in the corner and pulls out a cigarette from a crumpled pack.

      Do you smoke? he asks.

      Eric doesn't reply. He doesn't feel like this man is his friend. This is not like the base he was taken to at the beginning of this rather unpleasant two days.

      Suit yourself.

      The man slouches back and smiles as he takes two long puffs.

      Smoking has been illegal for about 2 years in the US, right? he asks. I always thought that was the cruelest thing that the government could ever do to the people. The cigarette has been a part of people's lives since way back. Heck, a cigarette after a good roll in the hay is about the best thing on Earth.

      He waits to see if Eric will reply.

      Fair enough. Not the chatty type.

      The man sucks on his cigarette long and hard and exhales a big plume of smoke towards the ceiling.

      You are in the hands of a small organization that wants to influence the games. I have been employed as a kind of intermediary between you and them. You can call me Jack.

      Organization? Eric asks, breaking his silence.

      That's a nice way to say terrorist group.

      Oh.

      Jack takes another long puff and continues.

      You know what's really going on yet? he asks.

      Ah... You mean with the TV show?

      The man raises his eyebrows.

      That junk? Nah, that's not what I mean. The whole fear/propaganda thing is just an excuse. It's about as important to the grand scheme of things as the color of your eyes.

      Then tell me what's happening.

      Stretching out a little further, Jack wraps his fingers behind his head and grins.

      Ill give you what I've been told to tell you and one more thing."

      He points a finger at Eric.

      First, is that you are now the rabbit. That's important.

      The what?

      Rabbit. You know, the thing that the hounds chase.

      Hounds?

      Large canines. They chase the small fluffy creature until---

      I know what you mean, but you say I'm the rabbit?

      And the other representatives, the ones you call combatants, are the hounds.

      That's a little stunning.

      How many?

      Upwards of 30. They'll use the reps, but the organizers have a few other things planned. At the moment there are several M56 Abrahams on their way to destroy this installation. That's a kind of Mechanized Unit. Four legged steel monsters with a rotating laser cannon on the top. State of the art and faster than anything bar air units.

      Eric tries to pull himself up. The other man smirks at him.

      Not yet. You have 35 minutes before they are in range.

      What else do you have to tell me then? Eric asks. I'm a sitting duck here.

      You have to win, Jack says. The game is all about world politics...

      He stops suddenly and reaches to his ear.

      Ah well, looks like we have to cut this short.

      Jack reaches into his pocket and throws a small white flashing device on the floor. He strolls over and pushes the button on the flat side. There is a beep from the locking device on Eric's neck.

      Insert this into the side to remove it, he says. After that take the two cans of beer I left you outside. They are loaded with nano-machines. You are going to need them. It'll probably get you two full charges max.

      The man starts towards the door and stops.

      I forgot to tell you one thing. I shouldn't really say this, but the rabbit never wins. That's why we are going to help you do it.

      He walks outside. Eric can hear the man's boots slapping on the concrete outside. The young man gets to his knees and slips the white key into the interface on the side of his neck and pulls the heavy device off to dump to the floor. He takes a breath and surprisingly doesn't fall to the floor. They must have done something to him when he was out after the suit came off. He shouldn't be able to breath in Neo-Tokyo. The air pollution would have killed him by now.

      Getting up, he hurries to the door and finds the beer cans. One goes into either pocket of the green military style fatigues that he has been dressed in. He reaches down to his arm as he runs and opens his halo screen. It says 100% for nanomachines. There's also a timer ticking down. Another 24 hours of fear, danger and survival are coming his way. The rabbit is on the move.

      THREE

      Coming into range, the pilot says.

      The aging man comes forward from the back of the aerial unit and glances down at the floating image of the structure below.

      Are they loaded up? he asks.

      Yes, sir. The units are ready to be deployed.

      The old man nods his head and points down to the building below.

      Release them. Let's see how good this rabbit is.

      Pushing several buttons and confirming with the team at the rear, the pilot carries out his orders.

      Sure wouldn't want to be him, sir, the man says before giving the final order to release the payload.

      The old man chuckles.

      We'll see. He survived the first round. I'd say that this won't be too difficult for him.

      They turn their eyes to the screen and watch as dozens of small machines pile out of the back of the blue blip that is the carrier they are in. It's not going to be a nice morning for anyone caught down there. Being spiked by a GB90 Spider Unit is a bad way to wake up.

      FOUR

      He charges out in the black steel suit in the opposite direction of the Abrahams coming in from the east side of the compound. The halo screen on his arm shows him that there are five in total and one aerial unit above. Glancing up, he sees some black devices falling from the sky.

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