It encompasses everything you need to know about the Addison Pack and that wolves that are their companions. It's from Warrior's Blood, Book Two of
When Cort finally topped the last ridge, he was about two hundred meters from the nearest terminal module. The carnage outside the colony was incredible. The dust cloud was so thick, Cort had to use his onboard sensors to discern what was going on. Terminal module three had imploded. Cort knew from the comms that no one had gotten in yet, but clearly it was about to happen.
Dave was already dead. The invaders had caught on to the new strategy and began employing it themselves. Only one CONDOR was still active. Cort had never met the female operator of the suit, but knew she was the woman that Kay was giving her unborn child to. She was standing between the west entrance to the colony and eight enemy suits. As Cort watched she went down on her side. The left leg of her CONDOR was blown twenty meters behind her. It tumbled to a stop against the airlock of the terminal module. She was going to die just a moment too soon for Cort to help.
“I’ve got augmented visual.” Cort said. “I’m targeting now.”
“Mr. Addison, I’m Jan Mines.” Cort could hear the agony in woman’s voice. “I was going to adopt Miss Gaines’ baby. Please protect them, sir.”
“I know who you are, Jan. I’m sorry I got here too late.” The enemy were moving through the cloud of dust. They split up as they walked around Mines, ignoring her.
“Protect the baby, sir. Please. I’m overloading my suit.”
The explosion threw the eight invaders in all directions. One of them smashed into the terminal module and crushed it’s airlock. The other attackers were killed just as instantly. Not even Cort’s CONDOR would have survived the overload of Mines’ power system at that range.
“Cort, the last four of them have entered the south terminal.” Rhodes said. “One down. The Claymores got him. The FALCONs are gathering there.”
“FALCONs, this is Addison. use MATs. Charged rounds only. I’m coming in behind them. ”
The voices of several FALCONs said “Yes, sir.”
“Rhodes, If I come in through the west terminal is there any armor inside for me?”
“No. We couldn’t get another suit online.”
“Okay, my FALCON will have to do. I’ll grab Dave’s MAT on my way in. When this is over, I want more fixed railguns set up. I never dreamed they would launch an overland assault. We need guns protecting us from this too. Maybe the armory people can just change out the mounts.”
“I’ve been thinking the same thing.” Rhodes said.
A minute later Rhodes spoke again. “Cort, go in from the north. We need you inside. I’ve only got four FALCONs left.”
“Okay, stand by.” Cort squatted the HAWC suit down directly in front of the terminal airlock. After deactivating the system, he unjacked from it and jacked into his FALCON. He said “Rhodes, you have to operate the airlocks for me. I have to cover my mouth and run. Otherwise Clare gets her wish. Open it five seconds from my mark. Close it in six. NOW!” Cort lifted the operator’s couch out of the way, popped the hatch, and did a somersault out of the HAWCs butt and into the open airlock. It closed behind him and filled with air. Oh shit. The Claymores. “Rhodes, the mines!”
“Damn! Stand by!” Rhodes said.
A minute later, the inner lock opened and Rick was waiting with tactical helmet and a fresh MAT. The helmet would give Cort a full HUD and comm system to track the battle. “Sorry about that, sir.”
“Not as sorry as I would have been. What’s the situation?”
“Twenty FALCONs down. Three left. Two of their suits are still active.”
Cort activated his system and said “Rhodes, where are they?”
“My last man just went down, Cort. They are in section three, corridor two. One more suit down. Damn. My last FALCON is dead.”
Cort grabbed two of the Claymores from the corridor and began running towards the enemy. What is wrong with me that I run towards death instead of away from it? “I’m headed there now.”
“Cort,” Rhodes said. “He knows right where he’s going. He’s headed for Kay.”
Kay Gaines was in the Mines’ quarters and was listening to the comm system. Sköll was at her side and very alert. The Mines’ wolf pup was next to his human. Kay was armed only with a .45 automatic, but she knew where to aim it.. The room rattled. A second blow shook the wall again. The door began to bend inwards with each blow of the suit. Our suits wouldn’t be having trouble with this. Either this one is compromised, or theirs aren’t as powerful. Can I use that?
Cort turned the corner and saw the enemy armor pounding the door to the quarters. None of the powered armor’s joints were visible. Cort dropped his MAT and rearmed both of the Claymores.
Kay saw one great hand reach into the door. It gripped and peeled the metal backwards and the metal tore away from the frame before the man in the suit through it across the room, crushing Mike Mines and his wolf pup instantly. Sköll lunged at the suit, unaware it was impervious to him. He was caught in mid air.
Cort saw the suit holding Sköll at arm’s length. As the two powered arms tore the head from the wolf’s body, Cort screamed.
Kay was in shock. Sköll was dead. It didn’t seem possible. She raised her .45 and began firing. The man in the armored suit raised his own sidearm and fired at her. Then she saw him disappear in a cloud of blood and metal fragments.
Cort saw Sköll’s body and head hit the ground as bullets began bouncing off the armor. Just seconds from the armored enemy, he held both Claymores at arm’s length and triggered them.
The M18A1 Claymore anti-personnel mine dated it’s development back to World War Two on Earth. It was originally developed as a trench mine. A layer of C4 explosive, when detonated, propelled a matrix of seven hundred 3.2mm steel balls at an optimal velocity of twelve-hundred meters per second. That velocity was achieved at about fifty meters. When Cort triggered the mines, he was just over forty meters from his target. He was gripping one mine in each hand. The last two digits of all of his fingers were blown off in the detonations. The plastic casings of the mines severed his thumbs as well. The twin shockwaves were directed forward, but still shattered the bones in his palms and broke both of Cort’s wrists. Without the FALCON’s carbon nanotubes, he would have lost both forearms below the elbows. But if Cort’s hands were mutilated by the explosions, the powered armor he aimed the Claymores at was nearly vaporized. There were only small, bloody pieces of the armor left in the corridor. It was much more damage than the mines should have done.
Cort was in too much pain to question Lady Luck. It was incredible. Both arms burned as if they had been cast into a furnace. He staggered forward, trying to take off his combat helmet, but only succeeding in covering the visor with blood and pieces of his own ruined flesh. He saw Sköll’s head just inside the door. The wolf’s body was gone, mixed with what was left of the invader. He fell to his knees and crawled on his elbows to where Kay sat staring at him. Her eyes were cold and distant. One hand still held her sidearm, it’s slide locked open, the weapon spent. The other was over a massive hole in her swollen abdomen. Cort felt someone pull his helmet off. He heard voices. There was so much blood. It was all around him, under and around Kay, all over Sköll’s head. It was everywhere. He reached up to Kay’s neck to feel for a pulse. Where is my hand? Why isn’t Angela here? He wondered why the light was fading.