Sacremon (Harmony War Series Book 1) Read Free

His bald head was covered in scars and what looked like gum spread across his skull. He looked as if he was twenty-five with deep blue eyes, though if one looked at those eyes long enough you would see the years that lay behind him.
                The boss was a veteran of the EMF; he had put down uprisings and been to other planets.
                Something caught Mark's eye. Five years of hard living in the slums had made Mark trust his gut feelings implicitly. Another group moved into place. In an alleyway to his right. Another group was spread across the vendor stalls to his front.
                They were looking at the stalls goods but not moving out of the gang’s way, instead they were glancing up at them, their eyes flickering in nervousness.
                Mark tapped a control on his arm, connecting him to Was, the security details leader.
                “I've got a group to my right and left trying to hide in alleyways about two hundred meters out. There are also a bunch of people among the stalls that are eyeing us, not getting out of the way and wearing clothing that could hide weapons.” Mark reported, not even slowing his pace as he rolled his shoulders, feeling the weapons under his duster touch against his body.
                Was opened the channel up to everyone in the security detail and the runners that were in the crowd.
                “Das Flo, Exinie, Oli, two hundred meters from forward elements, alleyways to right and left, get behind them and check it out.”
                “Loah, move through the vendors up front and see if any of the ones giving us eyes are packing.” Was said, no one in the security detail even paused. They had done this a number of times.
                Mark would have felt proud of their proficiency if his own anxiety wasn't making him move his fingers in anticipation.
                If they attack us, then the collateral is going to be high. He tried to push that thought from his mind but it was hard. These people were just trying to earn a living in the hard slums, and as per normal they were going to get fucked over by others with a modicum of more power than them.
                The way of Earth. He thought sourly, getting within a hundred meters of the alleyway to his left and the group in the market.
                “The ones in the market are packing.” Loah reported back, her hands doing quick work as she tripped, touched and glided past the rival gang members. She was the gangs’ best pickpocket and was quickly relieving them of side arms or whatever she could.
                “Alleyway to the right, four possibles, looks like, they've got rifles.” Oli said, his voice pitch was still high because he hadn't hit puberty yet.
                “Mark, see about trying to piss them off,” Was said.
                “On it,” Mark sighed as he walked up towards one of the nearest possible rival gang members. He moved his arms, feeling the two blades that rested under them, close to his armpit.
                He was taller than most slum dwellers, standing at just under two meters, he still had a lot of filling out to do, but food was a prized commodity in the slums. He got more by being in a gang, but of course slum food was never going to fill his appetite.
                He pushed past the other possible gang member, the goggle and face-cloth wearing person went tumbling, barely staying on their feet.
                “The fuck was that for CEO-wannabe?” they demanded, coming back at Mark, trying to get a rise out of him. He couldn't see their eyes through their dusty goggles but he could see them tensing up, ready to fight.
                Just needs a little poke, Mark thought, adrenaline coursing through his veins.
                 “Get out of the way for a real man dirt