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  J. N. Chaney

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  THE LAST REAPER

  BOOK 1 IN THE LAST REAPER SERIES

  J.N. CHANEY

  SCOTT MOON

  BOOK DESCRIPTION

  The Last Reaper

  The Last Reaper Series #1

  When a high value scientist is taken hostage inside the galaxy's most dangerous prison, Halek Cain is the only man for the job.

  The last remaining survivor of the Reaper program, Hal is an unstoppable force of fuel and madness. A veteran amputee-turned-cyborg, he has a history of violence and a talent for killing that is unmatched by any soldier.

  With the promise of freedom as his only incentive, he’ll stop at nothing to earn back his life from the people who made him, imprisoned him, and were to afraid to let him die.

  Experience this exciting beginning to a brand new series set in the Renegade Star universe. If you're a fan of Escape from New York, Renegade Star, or Deus Ex, you'll love this epic, scifi thriller.

  CONTENTS

  List of Acronyms

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

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  -Scott Moon

  LIST OF ACRONYMS

  AI—Artificial intelligence

  AWOL—Absent without leave

  BMSP—Bluesphere Maximum Security Prison—Ultramax IX

  CD—Climbdown Day

  CIM—Computerized Inmate Monitor

  CV—Curriculum Vitae

  DM—Dreadmax Marines (inmates on Dreadmax, often falsely imprisoned, who have prior military experience and protect people from gangs and cannibals)

  Feg—Fredrick Eugene Grady

  HDK—Highly Destructive Kinetic (weapon / rifle)

  HDK 4—Shortened (11 inch barrel--from the trigger assembly) HDK commonly used by spec ops and law enforcement

  HDK 4 Dominator—Full length (16 inch barrel--from the trigger assembly) HDK with double high capacity magazines and a grenade launcher under the barrel)

  HUD—Heads up display

  LAI—Limited artificial intelligence

  LED—Light Emitting Diode

  LZ—Landing zone

  MRE—Meals Ready to Eat

  NG—Nightfall Gangsters

  QRF—Quick reaction force

  RC—Reaper Corps

  RSG—Red Skull Gangsters

  SD regulator—Slip drive regulator

  UFS—Union Fleet Ship

  UPG—Union Prison Guard

  X-37—Halek Cain's Reaper AI (limited)

  YT—Galdiz 49 rifle, sniper model. (YT is a randomly generated model number)

  1

  “GET BACK IN YOUR CELL, CONVICT,” ordered the guard while jerking his thumb.

  I didn’t know the man’s name, only that he was an ugly jackass who—at two-forty—outweighed me by twenty pounds. I liked to think I was lean and mean, just the type of death row inmate guards should respect.

  But they didn’t. Because they were assholes.

  I hated assholes. And bullies. And guards. And anyone associated with the Union. My mood always sucked after a bad night with the restraint on my cybernetic left arm. No one wanted me running around with the ultimate shank.

  Death row was seriously cramping my style. Living with electric disruption of my hardware was a tingly slice of hell.

  The constant pulsing of the sub-dermal disruptor felt like a continual drip of lactic acid into my shoulder and upper back. One of my eyes was artificial, loaded with upgrades that had made me really good at my former job. Whenever I tried to use these features now, a computerized monitor would flood my bloodstream with nausea-inducing meds.

  Super unpleasant. And because the Union restraint specialists were sadists, the effect always lasted an hour beyond the offense that triggered the pukefest.

  Worse than anything they could do to me were the nightmares associated with why I had the prosthetic.

  If my jackbooted babysitters understood what I was, they’d ask for a transfer—maybe sue the warden for putting them in mortal danger and causing all the stress that came with guarding the devil.

  “The buzzer hasn’t sounded,” I said, aware this wasn’t what the man wanted to hear from me.

  It was pretty damn clear he didn’t know what to d
o now. Clenching one fist on his stun baton didn’t intimidate me, and he knew it. His taunts were lame, and I had stopped giving a fuck a long time ago. So he stood there stinking like cheap tobacco smoke, trying to slow his beating heart.

  I resented him for his poor taste in cigars as much as anything else.

  A vein pulsed in his neck. His eyes were too wide. He sweated like a whore in church.

  “It’s about to go off,” he said, then looked over his shoulder toward the control station where the riot team waited, even though there weren’t enough people in this wing of the Bluesphere Maximum Security Prison—Ultramax IX—to stage an uprising.

  It was mostly just me.

  “But it hasn’t gone off,” I countered.

  “Why do you argue every time? Makes me look like a punk.”

  “And there’s your answer,” I said.

  “You better check yourself,” he told me. “Ever felt a stun baton across the bridge of your nose?”

  “Not today, I haven’t,” I answered.

  He sputtered nonsense, clearly out of insults.

  The klaxon alarm overhead that I’d come to dread more than the bad food, shitty plumbing, and lack of Starbrand Cigars, blared with eardrum-damaging force.

  I smiled sarcastically. “Happy?”

  “Get back in your cell! Do it now!” he commanded.

  “You’re glad it’s time, be honest,” I said, goading the beefy man as I retreated into the small vacation home they kept telling me was a five-by-five cell with locked doors. “You don’t really want a shot at the title. You’re all talk, no walk.”

  He was relatively new at BMSP—Ultramax IX. Been there about a month. If he’d been one of the regular guards, we’d have more of a history. All we’d done so far was call each other names.

  He pushed out his chest. “One of these days I’m gonna educate you.”

  “Zero fucks given,” I said, staring him down. “Go back to your circle jerk.”

  The bars slammed shut. Why were there bars instead of stainless steel blast doors? Because the Union was cheap.

  Never mind that Union spec ops—dark ops specifically—had made me who I was… right before they fucked me.

  Their mistake. No one in the Reaper Corps had the foresight to offer a decent retirement option. Now I was too dangerous to release and too valuable to kill.

  I hoped.

  Not like BMSP death row was a vacation paradise. Probably better than being dead, but not by much. What was an honest killer like me gonna do?

  I knew all about the guard’s dialect, and could guess right where he’d grown up, give or take.

  I was from the same sort of neighborhood. After I left, I learned that the local gangs had made my mother a widow, so I slipped off post for a few weeks to put the worst of them down. From there, presto—death row for one unmanageable liability to the Union.

  Kiss my ass. Train me as a killer specializing in infiltration and assassination and what did they think I would do?

  Please.

  The guard stared at me like he expected something to happen.

  “What?” I asked, cocking my brow.

  “You know what. Plug in or I’ll get ten of my friends and do it for you,” he said, trying his best to look intimidating.

  “You’d need them.” I was bored with this guy, so I picked up the earbud and put it in. It was actually just an antenna for nerve-ware. The ultra-soft construction wasn’t for my comfort. The security experts of Ultramax IX were worried I’d find a way to weaponize a bead of silicon.

  Like I’d do that.

  “Happy?” I asked, ignoring the brief struggle between my Computerized Inmate Monitor, or CIM, and X-37, the Reaper nerve-ware the warden’s doctors couldn’t remove even if they had known about it.

  “Ecstatic,” he said, glaring. “Now go play with yourself. I’ll be at Gisela’s to see some girls.”

  “What’s your name, guard?” I asked.

  He wrinkled his lips at the question. “UPG 1592.”

  “Your parents must’ve hated you,” I said.

  “That’s my badge number: Union Prison Guard 1592,” he said, very seriously.

  I stared until he realized I was mocking him. “I pieced that together, but thanks, 1592.”

  Snorting profanity, he turned his back on me and dragged his stun club along the bars of other prisoner cells while walking back to the control booth.

  “You think I could take him, X?” I asked out loud.

  “I am not here to stroke your ego,” said X. The CIM inputs created sound via vibrations of my inner ear, a technique that could be used for compliance through pain. I had X-37 turn that feature off while convincing the CIM it was still shocking the shit out of me.

  “What about him and the riot squad?” I asked, climbing into my bunk.

  “My advice, Reaper Cain—don’t push your luck,” said X.

  I leaned back and smiled, going straight into a structured daydream designed to keep me sane. The smell of tobacco smoke filled my nostrils as my fingers twisted an imaginary Starbrand cigar. Staring at the ceiling, I reminded myself who I was and why this place would never beat me.

  My name is Halek Cain, formerly a Reaper in the Union dark ops. So what if I was on death row? Absolutely nothing would break my mind, least of all the guards or the inmates. I would find a way to beat them all, and I’d do it with a smile on my face.

  The bastards should have killed me.

  “INMATE CAIN, it is thirty-nine seconds past reveille.” The CIM’s cheap, slightly digitized voice was my constant companion, almost as annoying as the electric disruption of my cybernetics. The implant had one job—monitor my every move and mood. Behavior modification was something the warden added against senate approval.

  I didn’t blame the man. He was smart. Not ruthless enough to have me killed, but he did his best to be a prick.

  The Reaper nerve-ware allowed the crude tech to do its thing, preferring to lurk in the digital shadows until needed, like I normally did during long infiltration missions.

  Sometimes, I think X antagonizes the CIM, urging it to give me a hard time or generally make my life difficult. Maybe I’m anthropomorphizing both of the limited AIs. But maybe not. Stranger things have happened.

  “Inmate Cain, it is now forty-nine seconds past reveille. Get out of bed and perform the required daily hygiene outlined in regulation 0450-a-1,” said the CIM.

  “What’s in it for me?” I asked.

  “Proper hygiene is good for your body, Inmate Cain. More importantly, rules are rules. Time to get up. I must harass you until you sit up, wash your face, brush your teeth, and have a bowel…”

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’m up,” I groaned.

  “You have a meeting with Warden James Esquire III at 0830 hours. Regulations require you to groom and present yourself at the bars at precisely 0815, Union Standard Time,” continued the CIM in its tinny inflection.

  “What’s in it for me?” I asked again.

  “Repetitive questions will only delay your routine,” the CIM said.

  The damn thing was learning.

  I brushed my teeth with paste from an edgeless wall dispenser using my finger. Toothbrushes were far too dangerous for someone like me to possess. Everything I needed oozed from holes in the wall—toothpaste, body soap, food, and water. Twice a day, I got to put some of these gifts down a hole that opened at precisely 0755 and 1755 hours.

  “You wanna answer, X, since I’m working so hard to make myself presentable?” I asked. “What’s the warden so fired up about that CIM can’t talk about it?”

  “You will be offered a chance to leave Ultramax IX for forty-nine standard hours plus transit time,” replied X-37.

  I froze with one toothpaste-y finger still in my mouth. “Wha—”

  “The warden will explain what you must do.” This was CIM again. The rhythm of its digitized speech distinguished it from my more refined Reaper nerve-ware.

  Shaking my head, I finishe
d my morning rituals. “He already explained the only thing I had to do in here is die.”

  COMMANDER BRIGGS LEANED against the warden’s desk with his arms and ankles crossed.

  If the disrespectful posture bothered the warden, I couldn’t tell. This man had spent most of his adult life in special operations. He’d gone to the Naval Academy on a netball scholarship and was slightly taller than me. None of the guys I’d served with during my time in spec ops had been burdened with beach muscles or pumped up with steroids and bro-split workouts the way the warden seemed to be.

  Guys like this were strong as hell and could run and fight all day with no need for relief, or drag a sled full of gear across a harsh, alien landscape.

  Commander Briggs was no different. He had most of the same scars as me, but nothing obvious unless you knew where to look—slash marks on his hands, a burn behind his left ear mostly covered by his short hair, and something in his eyes that was every bit as real as the physical damage a life at war had caused him.

 

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