Novels by Unique smyle

The ship was dead, but they were alive.Mira's hands were shaking as she worked on the auxiliary power coupling, her face pale beneath the blood and grime. The smell of salt water and scorched metal filled the cabin, mixing with the faint, coppery scent of Ren's blood. Lincoln watched her work, his body still aching from the crash, his mind already moving ahead to the next impossible step."Talk to me," he said quietly."The main core is fried," Mira replied without looking up. "But the auxiliary cells still have some juice. If I can reroute the power through the secondary conduits, I can get us enough thrust to hover just above the waves.""How long will that take?""Ten minutes. Maybe fifteen.""We don't have fifteen." Kaela was at the cracked viewport, scanning the horizon. "The fortress's patrol ships will be here in less than five. They must have tracked

"Stay with me, Ren. Look at my face. Do not close your eyes."Lincoln's hands were shaking, but his voice was steady. He pressed his palm against the wound in Ren's side, feeling the warm blood slick between his fingers. The boy's skin was pale, too pale, and his breath came in short, ragged bursts that frightened Lincoln more than any guard or machine ever had."It hurts," Ren whispered. "It hurts so much.""I know. I know it does. But you're going to be fine. Mira, get me the med kit. Mira?"Silence. Lincoln turned his head and saw Mira slumped against the engineering console, her eyes closed, a thin trickle of blood running from her temple. She was alive, her chest rising and falling, but she was out cold."Mira's down," Kaela called from the pilot's seat. "She took a hit during the escape. I think it's a concussion.""Then it's just us." Lin

"Tell me about the war machine again."Orin looked up from the map spread across the floor. "You've already asked me three times.""Because I need to make sure you're not leaving anything out." Lincoln's voice was steady, but his hands were clenched at his sides. "This isn't like the other raids. The hangar is a fortress inside a fortress."Kaela knelt beside the map, tracing the route with her finger. "The service entrance is here, on the north side. Voss's codes will get us through the outer lock. After that, we're in the maintenance corridor. It runs the length of the hangar, all the way to the prototype bay.""And the defenses?" Ren asked. He was on his feet again, pale but upright, his side still wrapped in bandages. Mira had told him to stay behind. He had refused."Automated sentry turrets every twenty meters," Kaela said. "Motion sensors. Pressure plates. An

"She's lying."Ren's voice was weak but steady. He lay on a cot in the back of the safe house, his side wrapped in blood-soaked bandages, his face pale as ash. Mira was still working on him, her hands steady despite the tears streaking her cheeks. The bullet had gone deep, but it had missed anything vital. He would live. That was what mattered.Lincoln stood by the window, the ledger open in his hands. The black bird symbol stared up at him, cold and damning. Behind him, Kaela sat in a wooden chair, her sleeve still pulled back, the faded tattoo visible on her inner forearm. She wasn't hiding it anymore. She wasn't trying to."It's not hers," Ren said again, struggling to sit up. "Kaela's not the traitor.""Lie down," Mira snapped, pressing him back. "You'll tear the stitches.""I don't care." Ren's eyes locked on Lincoln. "I know her. She's not Blackbird. She'd die

The deal was already dead before Lincoln walked through the door.He could feel it in the way the dockworkers avoided his eyes, in the too-clean silence that hung over the warehouse row, in the faint metallic click of a rifle bolt sliding home somewhere in the shadows above. Kaela moved beside him, her hand resting on the hilt of her blade, her breath steady but shallow."They're already here," she whispered. "I count at least six on the rooftops.""Eight," Lincoln replied without moving his lips. "Two more behind the crane."Ren shifted nervously. "Maybe Voss is just being careful.""Voss sold us out the second we contacted him," Lincoln said flatly. "This is an ambush.""Then why are we still walking into it?" Mira asked, her voice tight with barely contained fear."Because we need those codes." Lincoln's jaw tightened. "And because if we run now, they'll know we know. We lose the element of surprise.""You mean what's left of it," Kaela muttered.The warehouse loomed ahead, a ruste

The coordinates burned in Lincoln's mind like a brand.He stood at the window of the warehouse, watching the slums wake to another gray morning. The aquifer pumps had been running for two days now, and the sound of water flowing through the new distribution pipes was a constant, reassuring hum beneath the noise of the city. Children no longer collapsed in the streets. Mothers no longer begged at the ration stations. The slums were healing, slowly, and the people who had once looked at Lincoln with fear now looked at him with something that bordered on worship.He barely noticed. His thoughts were forty miles offshore, in a floating fortress guarded by dreadnoughts and soldiers and the woman who had murdered his mother."You have not slept," Kaela said. She was standing in the doorway, a cup of water in one hand and a ration bar in the other. "You have not eaten. You have been staring at that wall for three hours.""I am thinking.""You are obsessing. There is a difference."Lincoln tur