The Colony by John Davis Page B

replied with confidence. “Two of us, one of them. I don't care how good they think they are,” he added. “They don't know who they're fucking with.”
    Then, turning to motion the sniper into a corner, Jack ordered him to remain prone with a bead on the entryway. As the sniper settled into position, adjusting his scope carefully. Jack pulled both a combat blade and silenced pistol. Positioning himself by the doorway in a kneeling position.
    Just as Jack had asked, both the general and Julia began yelling loudly. It was enough to be heard throughout the building, though Jack was sure that it remained muffled enough to be drowned out by ears beyond the building's walls. Hard rain to blame.
    Sure enough, Renaldo motioned his lieutenant – letting him know that the soldier was coming to investigate. Seconds later, Jack could hear the heavy steps of such a confident warrior.
    Swiftly turning, Jack thrust his blade toward the warrior, its blade stopping just short of entering flesh as the succubus grasped the lieutenant's wrist.
    Gritting its teeth with anger, the monster began to overpower Jack by way of his clinch, turning the tested soldier a bit in the process.
    Jack fired a single shot from his silenced pistol, the glancing shot barely hitting the monster's right side, but striking enough to release the grip of his wrist.
    As the warrior began clinching its own side, only inches below its ribcage, Jack landed a flush hook to its face, staggering the beast back just a bit.
    Then, following the punch with two more – both of them solid plows of clinched human bone into the face of an extraterrestrial, Jack seemed to have the upper hand.
    Until the beast struck back.
    A commanding hook from the much larger opponent knocked Jack to his ass, dazing him a bit. He knew the monster was coming, however, that much was a given.
    Rolling to his side, Jack avoided what seemed like a curb-stomp by the alien. As if the lieutenant was pesky at best.
    Knowing the alien would be on him again, Jack sprung up with blade in hand. Cementing the combat knife into the lower portion of its stomach.
    Furious, the alien delivered a swooping uppercut which knocked the space marine several feet back. The bloodied man trying to get up once more, before understanding how much damage a single punch from the demon had delivered.
    Jack felt as though he were nearly asleep, his head ringing from the recently delivered punch. Watching the menace of men standing above him, Jack heard the zip of man-made weaponry fire through the air. A single, but high-velocity shot pummeling its way through the beast.
    The demon prepared to shriek loudly, knowing it was now outnumbered and, in turn, doomed. Two more shots ended that, however, as both of the bolt-action carriers of death drove into the beast's skull. Ending the bastard in the process.
    “What...” Jack said with disorientation. “What took you so fucking long?
    “ Had to wait for a clear shot,” Renaldo answered, approaching his downed lieutenant. “Besides, you were handing his ass to him.” he added with a grin.
    “ Is that what it was?” Jack asked, using Renaldo to help himself up. “Between the crippling punches I took, it was kind of hard to tell. Kind of felt like, I dunno, like I was in the ring against a fucking train.”
    “ Aye.” Renaldo acknowledged.
    “ But one of those big, tough trains. Not one of the sissy Christmas type.” Jack added.
    “ Even though trains fall.” Renaldo replied.
    “ Indeed they do.” Jack said, looking down onto the fallen beast as his sniper looted the corpse of any advanced technology. Especially when it came to weaponry.
    “ Are you alright son?” the general asked, approaching the lieutenant after helping Julia from their safe haven beneath the floor.
    “ I'll live,” Jack replied, turning to the fallen soldier. “He won't.” Jack added with a grin.
    “ Oh my God, wow,” Julia said, rushing to Jack and looking his facial wounds over. “Are