All Chapters of Games of Invictus: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The room was dead silent for a moment. "That is utterly insane," Lucas breathed. "We're standing inside an invisible tower and we pilot walking tanks as a profession," Dan replied. "Our lives are insane, Lucas. This is just normal by now." "How the hell did Centrepoint get ahold of this?" Alyx demanded. Although her gaze was sharp, I knew her well enough now to recognize an uncharacteristic tinge of panic in her voice. "I'm afraid I don't know," Mallet replied. "Centrepoint has been anonymously helping the Alliance since the beginning-in fact, they were the one to help Laura and I contact the other founders." She tented her fingers thoughtfully. "We suspect that Centrepoint is an Axion mole, but have no way to know for sure." "You've trusted an anonymous source for years?" Dan exclaimed. His disbelief seemed to override his normal respectful demeanour. "There are so many problems with that!" "I'm aware, Doctor Stonewood," Mallet snapped. Dan seemed to shrink a few centimetres. "T

Report: Quinn The Annamite Mountain Range. Vietnam. I could feel the rumble of the dropship's engines as I pressed my face against the triple-layered glass, gazing down at the lush rainforest below. The glistening trees whipped by in a shimmering blur of green as we roared through the air. We flew above the jungles of Vietnam. A hand swatted the back of my head, knocking my nose off the glass. I whipped around, glaring at Lucas, who stood, innocently fumbling with the ship's controls. Behind me, Dan shook his head and sighed incredulously. Both Stonewood brothers were nervous about the mission to come, but each displayed it differently. Dan paced the small cabin, checking and rechecking latitude and longitude calculations on a small handheld tablet. Lucas had placed the dropship on autopilot and was running some systems checks to keep himself occupied. His practical jokes were an attempt to diffuse the tension, a trick he'd picked up from Taewi. Lucas missed Taewi more than any

Report: Quinn The Annamite Mountain Range Vietnam. Abandoned Axion facility. Former designation: "The Crater" Our Sentinels were a few hundred yards from the bottom of the crater, mechanical legs pounding into the sheer cliff face. I had mentioned seeing signs of a dropship to the others, but we had decided to pretend like nothing was wrong. We had to act as though we hadn't seen the dropship hovering above us like an axe ready to fall. "You ready?" I asked. There was such a pause that I assumed he hadn't heard the question, but Martin responded with a sigh. "I guess we have to be. There goes our chance for a stealthy mission." We were not far from the bottom now, and I could see every building in clear detail. Despite the new building we'd seen, The Crater was still abandoned. Vines thatched every open surface, covering the walls in green veins. The buildings looked to be mostly stone and large chunks had broken off from many, falling to the mossy crater floor. A massive, he

The gleaming Exodus was at once met with fire from the approaching Titans. Six white mechs eagerly leapt over each other, as if each one wished to be the one who claimed the honour of killing the infamous red mech. However, many, many mechs had tried to claim that honour before, and all had been left in the same state. Broken, thrown aside like discarded toys. I could hear Laura's shout as she launched into the air, a cry of joy. One moment the Exodus was a massive flying target, and the next it was invisible, as far as my HUD was concerned. I watched the Exodus plunge into the midst of the Titans, its signal deadener taking them by surprise. Today Laura had strapped a pair of rocket launchers to the red kettle of death, crowning it with a heavy shotgun. These weapons went to work as the Titans regrouped, turning their mechs and trying to shoot her despite not being locked on. A few leapt up into the air, thinking they'd escaped damage, and were instead greeted by the unrelenting fo

The Xiezhi towered above me, smoke rising from its massive armoured shield. It had intercepted the static cannon's blast, saving everyone. I slowly grew to understand my situation. The Koreans had been keeping an eye on us for a while. Axion had only sent five mechs for reinforcements. The sixth impact, the one that had landed beside me moments ago, had been the Xiezhi. "What say you?" The Xiezhi demanded, voice resonating with power despite the poor audio connection. "What say I?" I grinned. "Welcome aboard!" "Good," the Xiezhi pilot replied, "then there is no need for secrecy anymore." The pilot paused for a moment, and my comms feed crackled. A moment later the pilot sighed, and I could tell something had changed. "There," the pilot remarked, "no need to disguise my voice among allies." Instead of the gravelly, distorted tone I had come to expect from the Xiezhi's mysterious pilot, the comm was filled with a lighter voice that radiated with the same strength. "My name is Soj